remyanair

The visions fade beyond recognition,
The feelings are beyond my touch;
The voices are all inaudible,
Of the words that meant so much.

The wistful memories of those good old days,
That grows dimmer with each of life's turn,
The memories that hold a strong bond,
To a past, to which I'll never return.

The visions and voices of a person,
I trusted to never leave me battered;
And it was that implicit faith of mine,
That was ruefully shattered.