Mihran Kalaydjian Playing Cherished Moments

I walk on the sand, Colored corals crunch under my bare feet,
the waves crash in distance and the wind whistles your name,
I think of you, I think of our times, when you were so close to me,
when our passion lit a hot bonfire of never ending flames.

I think of your voice, your whispers through my lonely nights,
I think of the many times you told me ,that you’ll always be here,
You will never go away and I still remember your honeyed Words
to cherish what we have, I still think of the time, you whispered
Passion is not forever, and I replied in my soft voice ,’OUR PASSION NEVER DIES’.

How wrong I was, and how right you were, Now I Know, that you
were right,Now,that you are gone, Now, that you are not here with me.