Haunted
Haunted
Haunted by the way life used to be
we hold to hopes that beat within our breasts
and chase the ghosts of fading memory
to catch a glimpse of time
when youth and love, sublime
together made us have the very best.
Attracted by the places we once knew,
we stare through clouded images to yesterday
and see that what remains of then is through.
With each look we move on
to horizons’ coming dawn,
with plans to fill each moment up in everyway.
4/1/18
Rhyme Time 1 Sponsored by: Laura Loo
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Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2018
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