All That I Have Is A Memory Poem by John Yaws

All that I have is a memory-
To bring on my nightmares at night.
All that I have are my teardrops,
Which gleam in pale morning light.

A deep aching wound in my spirit-
The agony tears me apart...
All that remains is the hurting-
In the hollow which once housed my heart.

I dreamed of a life with you present-
I dreamed of a sweet interlude,
Crushed on reality's anvil-
The shock to our feelings was rude.

You were a girl who was jaded-
Embittered by heartache and strife-
I was a gunhandy drifter...
Who rode on the dark side of life.

All that we had was the present-
Some brief stolen moments at best...
We headed in different directions,
My pathway is still heading West

All that I have is a memory...
Of the love which I saw in your eyes,
The fires of our passions were kindled,
Only ashes remained at sunrise.