Monday, 10 August 2009

• Left Behind

  You've moved on;
  Devouring thunderheads in a summer sky
  They will only last a moment
  Before birdsong begins once again.
  But why does it still hurt;
  Broken blade buried deep within.
  Though I have not heard your sweet voice in ages?
  
  I’m left in the dust
  Of your vapor trails
  With only pictures to tell unspoken stories.
  Wishes spoken to the blades of grass
  Would not matter much.
  
  Still your eyes they speak to me
  Beyond the grasp of time
  Lingering pain of nostalgia
  Still holding fast my soul.
  
  I must let go of these invisible chains
  They only keep me down.
  It seems long ago you broke them anyway
  And I’m still holding the fragments
  Of your promises. 9/10/09

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