Included this in a novel I'm trying to write (trying being the operative word) It's part of the thoughts of someone whose lost his wife.
Any feedback would be gratefully received
Can I sleepwalk back to a time where waking was paradise found?
Can I play in the land of haunted memories where time is a wounded soul?
Can I run through fields of emblazoned corn and weep where once was joy?
Can I smile at your face with hope where once reigned abject pessimism?
Can I walk these streets of cosy familiarity, retracing steps where love strode carefree?
Can I dance to the beat of long forgotten rhymes in halls of acoustic muteness?
Can I dare do these things in stark solitude where once was union?
Can I live without you?