The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 514 ~ Poetry

I watch the years fade
The heart feel less with each passing moment
All too often, it feels like a fall from grace
The air still, no crackle of excitement
To light the passing hours
There are no weddings, no one to marry.
The mind,
like a broken car that only works in reverse
Feels like a stranger inside my head
The frame on the wall,
The avenue I walked holding your hand
No more than a dark cloud in memory.
Time takes its toll, but not on the eyes
They often sparkle when a white cloud passes
With sweet memory of you
If only I had the power to scry
I would find you, join you as soon as I can…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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