Thursday, October 20, 2011


Mind drifting to places unknown
Sighs float in the wind like a whisper
Smelling the frangrance of his cologne
Images are bright and getting crisper

Seconds and hours disappear
Times lost does not return
The past seems far but near
Feelings capture and do not adjourn

Moments embraced as the clock ticks
Words no longer able to say
Broken promises remain unfixed
Memories constantly replay


Big Mark 243 said...

Sounds like torture... wanting to move forward and with hope but unable (or unwilling?) to forget the past and perhaps, lessons painfully learned..?

Brian Miller said...

broken promises remain unfixed...and still...that is the heaviest line for me...

Renaissance Woman said...

I'm with Brian on this one....ugh those broken promises...