Fading away,
Into familiar voices from yesterday,
Into smell of rain like a fresh bouquet,
And I can hear the words you say,
All our down time, take back our sunday’s
Fading away,
Into tattered secrets we would never betray,
Into the songs of our hearts happiness of yesterday,
And hearing you footsteps one last time
Fading away…
Lovely poem!
Love the symbolism, the many interpretations of “fading away.” The “smell of rain” also resonated with me – we had rain last night. A rare occurrence this year, in the Sonoran Desert.