Somewhere.

              So, I'm in this writing group, and I didn't have anything to read today for our meeting, so I wrote this in the class before lunch. It probably took me around 10 minutes, but I still really like it. Hayley came up with the title for me, so thanks.
               I really want to hear what this makes your feel, or what it makes you think of. To me it is a song without music. (It's like one of those instrumental songs without words, but the opposite.) Make it your own. Relate it to something in your life. That's what poetry is for. It doesn't necessarily have to mean to you what it means to me. Tell me what it means to you.

Here goes...

Somewhere.

When the moon shines down 

Glimmering lights on the old railroad tracks,

And, when I look, I can see your reflection in the mirror;

And when the ripples on the pond lose their energy

To die into still, unbroken silence

I hear your footsteps in the sand;

And when the wind whispers songs of happier times,

As the pines voice the refrain,

I smell your perfume on my coattail.

Those were the days when we grew old together.

When we danced under the trees to nothing but the sound of our beating hearts.

When we crossed the railroad tracks to swim in the river.

The days when I loved you and you loved me back.

 Now I only see you out of the corner of my eye 

when the leaves twirl in an autumn breeze.

I hear you singing in the seconds before I drift to sleep.

You're gone, but you're not. 

I know you are there. Somewhere.

Hoping that I think the same thoughts about you that you think about me.