Inches

Inches – that’s all there was.
Yet I cannot be sure of whom -
This soul was – who stood right beside -
That night when I once journeyed home.

It’s strange, so strange for one to see -
A haunting past appear before -
Unsure if it’s a memory -
Or if this thought is something more?

Was Jenny there to shed a tear?
What would the poor thing make of this?
As memories brought deepest fears -
That closure was the greatest wish.

You see, it wasn’t that it looked so true.
It wasn’t touch or smell that hit me so,
It was simply feeling it was you,
As if some force was there to let me know.

And then the doors opened right up,
And you were gone. This mystery.
How long must one hold onto pain?
Before it fades into our history?

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 14th December 2007