Traces

Traces - Dennis Yost

Faded photographs

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

Ribbons from her hair

Souvenirs of days together

The ring she 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 her heart she'll find

A trace of love still there

Somewhere oh oh

Traces of hope in the night

She'll come back and dry

These traces of tears from my eyes