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Leaving the past for the future
@Uootem
before our season began
there were within us remnants from a past life
that brought us together again for a shared moment
and formed our brief journey through love's existence
when present and past where enjoined as in a dream
with a future or two thrown in for good measure
and in the end, choosing one or the other proved perplexing....
for you chose one future and I was left with the other...
Now, the young boy I was has transformed to a man
and you have found your womanhood somewhere else
in my mind's eye I have seen many things of awesome wonder,
but as I saw you yesterday in a brief happenstance encounter
I realized that I have see nothing as beautiful as who you have become.
The fleeting of time is such a maiming affliction
when love has abruptly abandoned the heart...
with a sudden thrust of lethal dagger
it came piercing through what we shared together.
Introspection created from our shared memories fill my thoughts
some still sharp and clear, others only ink stains
made with a poetic pen that should no longer write...
yet, it serves a crucial purpose to bring to my mind
a vision or two of cogent and powerful emotions
those interesting reflections that help me cope with the loss from long ago.
And with my heart beating so loudly, as if to accuse
time for the destruction of love's muse
the poet remains tireless ever speaking of Love,
ever thinking of Past, that there should have been more,
that it should have, could have, worked with time.
Forever and always, the often written slogan,
But the poet's words cannot hold 'forever' against time
let her go, my mind says, and things will be fine someday,
and I believed, until there appeared a obvious sign yesterday
of a damaged heart, rebelling to the pain of emptiness.
We shared a special love in its fullest, a never to be forgotten kind!
how many times must the mind be told... that this love will last forever?
yet this path a dead end, time has moved on, whether or not I was ready
so I must begin the journey, work through the task of forgetting,
and come to the terms with the memory of Love, at last,
to the Light, and the heavens, where all can still believe
in worlds so far from this to conceive... to live
of Joy, and health, past wounds of the heart laid aside.
come with me, my soul, we leave the past for the future!
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