The Lasting Impression


No more, no more shall I see that face

No longer will I see it smile

Actions made that will not repeat

You have been gone now for a while


It’s all those little things that last

The way that you do like no other

A smile that suddenly appears

A body not like just another


Sure it has its pain intertwined

With a happy, gleeful vision

It is how I choose to remember

Though clearly not my decision


Barbara Blackcinder

About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a hunger for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and especially mine when you read those from me.
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