by B.F.O’Connor
I’ve walked this road so many times
I know most every tree
My heart is wary, strength all spent
could someone set me free
The past is gone, as is my joy
my heart is on my sleeve
Missing you tears at my being
as I have learned to grieve
I avoid the sun, so I stay inside
sorting through our memories
My tears still fall like summer rains
The hurt just will not ease
So many things that were not said
with you still at my side
In dreams my heart still tries to mend
the hurt that hides inside
every single night I take our walk
around the west farm lane
I pause at places that remember you
And suffer my own private pain
I watch the clouds from our meadow log
just like we used to do
life has stopped, I’ve been consumed
I want to follow you
Copyright © 2022 B.F.O’Connor
Wordsmith: At The Forge 