I am fine . . . just a little lost, it seems. If you do not mind waiting on me, I will find my way back one day. Maybe we might laugh again, How foolish was our youth, How cruel children are, It really has been long. If you can wait for me, Just a … Continue reading Traveler
Month: May 2024
How fragile we are
I dreamt you no longer wanted me That you had cast me to the side I dreamt your heart had turned away And left me out to dry. You fled without a word Not so much as a trace You would not bother to hear it Nor look upon my face. There was no explanation … Continue reading How fragile we are
Their bones were buried there
Our bones are buried In places holy Places that hold meaning As names lose feeling And feelings die Like all things to time And like our lives lead To places buried Until we are bones In places holy Wholly meant To hold our meaning Before the feelings And names are forgot Like all things in … Continue reading Their bones were buried there
