eleanor mcevoy
all that surrounds me
Smells of toast and coffee served to put in mind his name today Never did take much to get me thinking about him anyway In time I may progress to welcoming the coffee`s scent At present I have no such strength. Is there no poetry, no melody to comfort me, To blur these images, etched upon my memory. My stereo is where I go to let the sunshine in, But every note`s like one from him. All that surrounds me, Won`t let him go, All that surrounds me Won`t let him go. If falling rain could only wash away my memories Then I would welcome rain and never let it bother me From my windowsill I`d watch the drops and then begin To picture him soaked to the skin.