retrospect

as the floodgate breaks,
the memories invade,
washing over her like a tide.
courage forsakes,
and reality fades,
leaving a gap too wide...

the colours drain,
leaving her dry like never before,
through parted lips,an anguished moan
escapes, as the ears strain,
to cathch a familiar sound heard no more....
from the depths of the unknown.

till sillhouettes of joy dance fast,
mingled with sorrow before her eyes.
the abyss of dread and zenith of glory
merging the present with the past,
delirious with happiness she sighs
but time has to tell a different story.....

merciless consciousness stirs again,
with which realisation dawns...
what has been will never be
and that though memories remain
the glotious past is gone...
and that 'she' is.............."ME"!