A breathless laugh
Echoed through the summer months
A gentle touch felt
But no one there,
Was it real?
Light
Like misty rain on leaves.
The remnants of a voice
Drifting along the breeze
Whisps of a memory
Hiding just beneath the ocean waves.
Only one set
Of footprints
Down the sandy coastline
Yet beside them
The ghost of another set
30 years washed away.
Every single time
I think you have finally left me
With the warmth you return
Distant though you are
Like the aged and weakened heart
That still manages to hold on
To the last remembrance of home.
YOU ARE READING
From The Vaults Of My Mind
Poetry"But time it is. Time be cruel. Time did pass. And so did you. And you're losing your memory now. I hope one day you'll find me in the place where the lost things go." - Mash up of quotes by people who are not me.
