Requiem For A Dream - Copyright (C) 1/24/10 by Dan Sharpe.
Haunting, like a fragrance, her memory lingers,
long after I've let her slip through my fingers,
her warm softness, like a womb, I left behind.
Thoughts of what could be, still play upon my mind.
Like tragedys upon a lamp lit, smokey, stage,
all my dreams portrayed, page after page.
Now, in some strangers arms, you dance,
all because I never took the chance.