A lighter shade of fade

You are disappearing
a little more each day

I thought I could keep you close

bridge the range of distance

But there is no super highway

No well-paved two-way street

No flowery lover’s lane

Only this pebbled path

I kick the tiny stones

as I step in place

moving neither forward

nor in reverse

Peering into cavity

of starless night

I glimpse the shadow

of what I think

I still remember

of your face

© July 20, 2011 Barbara Moore

Edgar Allan Poet

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