Past Loves
Past loves were a warm fall wind
that came and went with time.
Where memories served to bring them back
and failure seemed a crime.
Their moments brief to take you there
in pictures full of sorrow.
Where feelings come in very strong
to help you through tomorrow.
Where time exchanges bad for good
and lies are colored grey.
And truth is faith you did it right
where there's no other way.
Just stutters to your present life
where future comes with force.
Till someday time will be as one
and living less off-course.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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