Each evening I sit and think about that day Wondering if I could have done or would have done Something differently than I did And I try to smooth out the rough edges of the way I pass the hours Thinking back on what I said to you Wondering if it was the right thing to say And if it eased your mind Thoughts of you always smooth the rough edges While easing mine Seems so very long ago, and yet, like yesterday When you left, without a trace of you for me to touch All of you stayed inside my head Trying to smooth out the rough edges of you leaving To make it easier So, all that's left for me to do Is take your face, forever embedded in my mind, and Run imaginary fingers over it Trying to smooth out the rough edges of my dreams To bring you back For just awhile © By susi Taylor (Texaswishr@aol.com)