The Past

The past is home for me these days. My mind goes there and wants to stay. The places I'm going . The places I've been. Miles and miles that never end. The loves I've lost. The few I did win. My heart goes out to all of them. I shed a tear for loves long gone. Our chosen heart felt lovers song. To hold a hand . To have one care. To look at me and want me there. I lay at night between sleep and waking. Thinking of the loves . My heart is breaking. The darkness comes .The day is fading. Into the past I will be staying.