Eight Year Echo

How would it feel to be unable to feel

 or discern maps and signs.

 Deus\User\My Documents\Life

The hidden end folder of you and me

perhaps I should archive and move on

Sympathy cards for a shattered world ,bereft of a mainstay

A half life remains,  a jigsaw life, missing the sense of the picture

butI have real hope .

There is a forever

but fragile today. I want one last encore in your arms

for glory years have gone.

Make that imposible leap through this divine glass

 leave something this side for me.