Lost Love

The numbing pain from many yesterdays, lay buried under the frost of loneliness. Memories fall like dead pine needles, covering the trodden path I always travel, crumbling beneath my weight. I walk this road lonely as each failure, echos in the hollow of my palms, open..empty, now trembling at my sides. I silently fall to my knees, in anguish, for decisions made. There's nothing left but a cold winter's breath and footprints pressed into the ground. Reminders, of where you once stood, long ago. 10/28/15