Against Time

Ghostly echos of the past Still haunt me. Like the warmth Of your bright smile. I try to move on With my life. Inch by inch Mile by mile. I know there is No going back. I understand that What is done is done. I try to focus On the good. And let go of all the regrets To which I have clung. Still, it makes no difference. How could it, when your not here? The void that was created when you died Continues to grow, year by year. All I have left are shreds of hope. And a way with words, so I rhyme. And in doing so I try to kill what stands between us. Those merciless hands of time.