Our Lives

Our Lives My tears hidden by the falling rain, washed away like the river joins the sea. The dark covers the upside down frown on trembling lips, fighting to keep the anguish from escaping in painful sobs. You walked away, no looking back after promises made now unkept. Many the day I sat by the phone for the call I knew would never come to ease the pain. The voice that used to excite now silent as I sit by the window looking back, holding an empty picture frame reminiscing of those hugs that once came so free. Your smell is in the fields and through the tree’s carried on leaves blown by gentle breeze, your song sang by the birds as they fly or jump from each and any branch. He took you home and left a hole like a canyon that will never be filled, since then I’ve stood on a crumbling ledge wondering if this step will be the one. You’re forever young as time makes me old, but one bright morning your hand will guide me to your side, laugh and giggle when we were kids, tell stories as if our lives had never ceased. By Patrick D