The heat of a sultry summers’ day
and the news wasn’t good,
you were going away.
Vow’s made down by the lover’s brook
are just trickling memories
of the love that you took.
A heart that once was full of life
is now just a shell
on the edge of a knife.
A vignette, closing in on a world,
as into the abyss
my mind was hurled.
Dreams and goals, we shared as a bond,
are creeping away
as a thief, to abscond.
The feelings; the love of life we shared,
the togetherness, the passion
so beyond compare.
All drifting by on the hands of time
and forever out of reach;
no longer mine.
I reach out to you a last trembling hand
but you slip through my fingers,
like silken, soft sand.
I have nought but a memory as a parting gift,
and pride that at one time,
your heart, I could lift.
Your image will live for many years to come,
as we finally reach the end
and all is said and done.
Written by Darren Scanlon, 11thJune 2014
Revised by Darren Scanlon, 16th September 2016.
©2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.