The dream lived here once,
So did you;
But years rolled on
Into the blue
Yet still: you haunt these
Silent halls –
Your presence here,
Inside these walls –
Our arrows aimed at other hearts:
We messed up lines; we left out parts –
And all the things that started good?
They ended, other than they should –
The dream lived here once,
So did you
And so did I
But I
Still do
Sad…but so lovely 🙂
beautiful poem! you have a gift. keep it up 😉
Thank you. I appreciate you reading and taking time to comment.
very sensual
Dear Owen,
Your poem is too true.
Where do our Favorite people and Loved ones go?
I can see mine in my memory like a solid figure standing across the hall. However I am unable to reach them and say how much I care. I think they hear me sometimes but they are unable to respond. The crazy thing is I know they are alive and well, to connect is unattainable though.
Most Sincerely,
Sam Sutlive.
Yes, for me it is exactly as Sam Sutlive has said above and Karen too. You have a gift, please keep sharing; so often your poems express our thoughts and lives.