What Once Was
I stare out this foggy, rain-soaked window,
longing for a past that once was.
It beckons me hence, says to me "follow";
I want nothing but what once was.
The drops on the glass, my heartbeat echoes,
though broken and torn it may be;
memories dance on, lingering shadows
of what remains of her and me.
The thunderous peals, the ominous sounds,
imitate the struggle within;
her light won't leave me, it simply surrounds,
revealing just how low I've been.
The calm after the storm, peaceful goodbyes,
they ease the losing of what was;
yet still, my smile is my soul's disguise;
if only I had what once was.
Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2012
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