The girl who I raised from youth
Her small hand that gripped mine
She vanished, disappeared like fading ink on paper
Disappeared like a faint whisp of vapour
Taken, stolen from me
Take, stolen away.
I can feel her empty presence
The phantom imprint of her hand on mine
For the time that she has left me,
The trees hide away their Autumn leaves.
The memories I once shared have been blown away
with the breeze.