That Was Us

Weeks pass and words cannot help but fail me. The expression of the season whimpers quietly on the sideline. Waiting, wishing hoping and searching exasperate the mind as nothing appears to raise my spirit. A period of nothing but empty loneliness recalling years when you were here sharing, celebrating the joy. We are so deafened by the season and in its brief life, relive memories of the heart. Memories that tend to fade like the words, reconstructing poorly what was us. Come back to me enlighten all we shared. Return to me again with the words and the love, the dreams and the happiness, the life that was us.