She opened up a single empty box
That held her happy memories within,
And saw the mere projection of her hope
That had become more real than earthly him –
She sat out on the highway of remorse,
And stared out at the blue and distant sea;
Accepting, underneath the glaring sun,
The hope she’d held was just
Illusory
[The author of this blog would like to assure everyone that no photo models were harmed in the taking of the attached photo, I think. – Owen]
They were moments in time.
And moments live on.
Do you believe so ? I thought they were fixed in time.
And yet we mourn the death of illusion….
Nice poem…
Powerful. Hopefully she can fill that empty box now that it’s open.