and so, we gather here to say:
what we once loved has passed away.
the little things forever gone -
like weeds against bare legs at dawn,
like dewdrops felt by skimming hands,
and living hearts on loving lands,
not empty frames left here to rot
by those who knew, but just
forgot
Like this:
Like Loading...
Tagged: Tags Poetry Sadness
Published by Beleaguered Servant
Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
View all posts by Beleaguered Servant
