Sometimes it comes quite unaware,
with whispers in the night of deep despair.
The distant plaintive whistle of a train will recall to the heart
a deep dark pain of a lost love
and a sad refrain.
Then pain grips the heart and will not let go
as memories are tossed like a wind to and fro
as darkness gives way to twilight I see
another sleepless night has passed over me,
Sometimes a face I see or a song I hear
will bring back memories of one so dear
then the tears start to flow but they don’t show,
I’m crying inside so no one will know.
I’ve come to realize, I finally know
that loneliness will follow me
wherever I go.
I then ask a question so soft and low
“Where did all my bright dreams go
that I dared to dream so long ago?”
~ Alberta Logan
