"The wind whips my face
Down streams the tears
Then you are here
And all through the years
And somehow when I scream
You are kissing me
And somehow whenever I smile
You are holding me
My eyes break into tears
When I replay sad images
Of me yelling at you
How could I be so mean
Yes, then you are here
I swear you are
And all I can do is cry
Because then you are here"
~Grace Marshall
Poem, "Then You Are Here"
(Please also see my alternate version, "Then You Were There" on this blog.)
