Sometimes when I am alone--
I swear I see her there--
Such a beauty was my Grace--

I can smell her auburn hair.

I remember the first time--
My eyes could not help but stare--
Immediately my heart declared--

I would die to breathe the same air!

But now here I sit--
Alone upon the stair--
Bittersweet memories--

My Grace is not there.

© caspershay