passed

Christmas coming
Have to shop
Buying, Buying, Buying, Buying
Can't stop, Can't stop
Have to find the perfect present.
Yet spare a thought for those abandoned
Last years, past years gifts were sent
Received from hands with love intended.
Spare a thought for those interred
In bottom drawer and distant cupboard
Love forgotten no more kisses
No more whispered secret wishes
Spare a thought, think on me
I once was all your desire
Now look at me and there you see
My loneliness and bitter tears
A butterfly beating in your palm
Holding on to days that passed
Days of loving soothing calm
Days of innocence that never last

butterfly