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.
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