Wander

• Emily McCowat, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2007

As I wander through the depths of my mind,
I see his face.
One of comfort, so serene.
His eyes filled with desire,
And his heart, so similar.
Yet the shadows from our past intertwine us,
And again,
His soft skin is out of my grasp.
He is a distant memory,
A thought engraved into my mind,
Burning deeper over time.
I am left with no more than a lost soul,
Though, maybe someday, I will relive such a memory,
Maybe someday, we will meet again.