Memories from the darkened house

Are enough to make one cry

Visions of the old oak tree

Where love was new to you and me

Will haunt my tattered soul until I die

Upstairs where my thoughts held

In the silent place I called my room

I sat and thought of the hurt in my past

Brought by you then gone in a flash

The alcove hinted of light perfume

In the family room below the attic

Laid pictures of my fading past

One of us so young and naïve

Who knew you would suddenly leave

Perfection never really ever lasts

Nights under the moonlit lake

Made loving you such a chore

Trees swaying in exact motion

Canceling out the natures commotion

Who knew in the end there’d be war

By the tree where beginnings occurred

We carved our names forever they’d stay

A testament to what love we had

The actual sign was in fact bad

For true love could fade away

That day did come in due time too

When I’d kiss those days good bye

The place where my thoughts quietly stood

And my evenings with you lost in the wood

Time had left me high and dry

Memories from that darkened house

Are enough to make one cry

Each event a bookmark in my mind

I've finally had the chance to unwind

That fact no one can deny