Wandering thoughts

The winds of change never cease to blow,

Mingling the footprints of yesterday with the paths of tomorrow;

leaving nothing left but the passing gain,

Fading into a throbbing pain.

 

It seems so long since I have seen your face,

Watched you smile, or looked in your eyes.

Its been forever since I heard your voice,

Listened to your laugh, or came running to your call.

 

They say time heals all wounds, but it cannot erase them.

So with scares on our faces

We fake a simile and pretend we are fine,

All the while paining inside.

 

I often wonder if love can be made new,

Or if all you once were remains true.

For promises it seems are not always kept

Leaving love empty and unmet.

 

 

Standing at a cross roads of life,

She looks to left, and then to right,

Sighs heavily, knowing what she must do:

Put one foot in front of the other

And go where no one would follow.

 

 

As time goes by the grief may fade

The sting may pass, but the memory will remain,

For though the years will come and go,

I’ll always carry a piece of your soul.