Traces

Gloria Stefan



Faded photograph, covered now with lines and creases

Tickets torn in half, memories in bits and pieces

Traces of love, long ago that didn't work out right

Traces of love.



Things we used to share, souvenirs of days together

The ring he used to wear, pages from an old love letter

Traces of love, long ago that didn't work out right

Traces of love, with me tonight.



I close my eyes and say a prayer

That in his heart, he'll find a trace of love still there,

Somewhere



Traces of hope in the night that he'll come back and dry

These traces of tears from my eyes.



Traces of hope in the night that he'll come back and dry

These traces of tears from my eyes.