There isn't a day when
your memory doesn't linger.
Sometimes it reminds me
of sunny weather,
gives me a reason to be better,
other times it fills my heart
with thick, oozing, melancholy tar.
I remember the car pulling up,
and the shock.
of that moment
when my life collapsed
as I realised that
we can’t fight the clock.
That day death came to visit,
I wasn’t ready for it,
I don’t think you ever can be,
but he wasn’t there for my life.
He was there bringing mourning gifts
that I’d always keep with me.
I never got to say everything
I wished to. I thought time
was only for others,
that for us it would
always just tick.
But then that tock did come
I realised that we can’t fight the clock.
And it all clicked.
I had got it all so very wrong.
I never got to share with you
where my dreams would lead,
I only got to say
a whispered goodbye
as I looked on through
glassy teary eyes reflecting
memories back at me.
There isn’t a day, not one,
where your memory doesn't play on.
It’s like walking through life
with a radio blaring along,
and all the songs
are moments from a distant day,
reminders of your face,
and there are no times
when I don’t see your smile
and that glint in your eyes
and think I will until
my very last mile
through all of these
glassy tears
that I cry.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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