• A roaring, blazing fire
    Is burning at my back.

    Singing of an angel
    Flutters softly in the background,
    And mingle with the brilliant sound
    Of graceful fingers
    Strumming the keys
    Of an old, rich, grand piano.

    Voices of loved ones
    Swirl all around,
    Weaving in and out
    To recreate a beautiful tapestry
    Of good times past.

    Lights are dimmed
    And candles lit,
    It's all so perfect
    But I don't fit in
    Any of it.