Wondering in the darkness,
about the love we had.
Not even heaven knows,
why it went so bad.
Sighs turn into shadows.
A vision of the we.
One shadow drifts away.
Now it’s only me.
The past will always be the past
and forever always gone.
But the memory still exists
with tears, it lingers on.
Sighs turn into shadows
and drift behind the clouds
memories of you disappear
somewhere in the crowds.
Recollections of the past
a vision of the we
One shadow drifted far away
now the vision
only me.
Comments
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Yes recollections--Good & Bad--Happy & Sad--We all have them and, of course, they paint varied pictures and spark varied emotions in all of us!
I enjoyed the read of this well crafted piece.
Well Done!


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Beautifully expressed, very poignant and sad. Lovely rhythm, rhyme and metaphor.
"Sighs turn into shadows.
A vision of the we.
One shadow drifts away.
Now it's only me." Exquisite
Gorgeous background/border.
This sounds like a very personal write. If so, I am so sorry.

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You know, something in this brings to mind a few lines of a song close to my heart.
'for in the past, they must remain, for we can still rise now, and be a nation again'
Funny how the shadows can cast themselves from the past, but not always be revered against. Never give up hope, or surrender to the darkness of shadows. Light in the new days will bring back what is true.
This really did make me think, Thank you for sharing.

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Such a lovely write! How familiar what you share here! The loneliness of love gone wrong, and the adjustment to being one instead of two in companionship and love. Expertly and very creatively written! Bookmarked!






