I was standing alone when I realized,
I could not recall their face,
Was it cast into oblivion,
Or to Death's cold embrace?

Why do I stand alone,
In this twilight reverie?
Somewhere beyond the morning light,
Yet, still close enough to see...

Even as their shadows still haunt me,
And the music still plays on,
I can hear their voice calling to me,
Though I know that they have gone...

On nights like this, I still stand alone,
In this gentle twilight reverie,
With memories, impossible to touch,
Yet, still close enough to see...

My memories have faded with time,
Vanishing to somewhere I can't recall,
While the person I love has disappeared,
And I may have lost the meaning of it all...

I will stand on my own,
In my sorrowful twilight reverie,
What will follow, comes tomorrow,
Even if I can no longer see...
© Britt Clark