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Do I cross your mind from time to time?
Do you wonder where I've gone?
Do you imagine what this year has brought?
How my life, it has moved on?

 

Do you think about who's loving me?
Have I found somebody new?
Do you wonder if I truly loved
Or if I ever think of you?

 

Do you wonder if I have regrets?
If I'd change the hands of time?
Do you see yourself in what I write
feel the pain in every line?

 

I'll give to you the answers

laced between the rhyme

and slowly slip away again

immersed in passing time

 

 

I miss you more than you could know
wish the healing could begin
but I still hear your voice in whispers
feel your hands upon my skin

 

A piece of me is missing
I'm afraid I've lost my way
I've lost the will to carry on
and sink further down each day

 

A year has passed since the fateful day
When I bid my love adieu
though tears have dried, my soul yet cries
for my heart still yearns for you

 

Past mistakes have caged me
left me weak instead of strong
guilt and duty chain me here
instead of there, where I belong

Reviews

[C.R.Turner]

More seamless writing from a skilled seamstress. Remember, nylon is a lot stronger than cotton, but cotton is natural. :)

[LA Lorena]

thank you for those words CR, and for your ear, but mostly, thank you for being a friend. xx

[DrD]

I especially like the final stanza that defines all the rest. Guilt and consequence lurk through the lines and a sense of lamentation making it a nostaligic but very rewarding read. Thank you for this one.

[Catcher]

This is one of my favorite poems. The last verse is particularly beautiful. You have a new fan.

[Andrew Hawkins]

:_(

[Steven Allison Hughes]

Touches...very deep. Never completly goes away.

[Robin]

I feel myself woven through a few of these lines ~ sigh

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Really lovely writing.
Keep it up!
Do you read mine too Let' change the world!
God bless you...

Lucky!

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ahh.. the sentiment was lovely if a little sad...but unchain yourself and be there just where you belong!

[emmajoy]

Memories like this are scars, faded but never completely gone; even if we bought a new coat of skin, the hurt would still be there, engrained, drowned in a lake of crimson tears. That's just how I read your finely, sadly crafted poem. Sighing.

[Art Sun]

losing oneself when a relationship fails is just part of the change one goes through ...then we live again...nice