As I wipe the dust from the photo frame,
I close my eyes and whisper her name.
So long ago it seems to be,
Since that cold winter’s night when she left me.
As through the dark eyes of time I look,
I remember the piece of my heart she took.
And as she disappeared through a veil of snow,
The river of sadness began to flow.
Thus swept away was all in its path,
How devastating was the aftermath.
I was left with nothing but cynical mind,
As the light of compassion no longer shined.
Through all of the times she was second to none,
But you never know what you’ve got ‘till it’s gone.
And stroking the cold glass with a trembling finger,
The feeling of heartache continues to linger.
Now I see the world in a different light,
Changed have my definitions of wrong and right.
For the past can teach us more than we know,
The seeds we once reap we inevitably sow.
I have come to accept this fact through time,
I understand now that she will never be mine.
But as I look beyond the picture in my palm,
I reach into the box with a tear-soaked arm.
Realizing in essence what riches I own,
Hating myself for I should’ve already known.
Clutching the item close to my chest,
I know I’ve passed time’s insidious test.
Removed from the junk is a cuddly toy,
That currently belongs to my four year old boy.
Smiling down at the object that warms my heart,
I know now that some things will never part.
This was kind of a change from the usual stuff I write because it's about love. It was hard to write from the perspective of an older man, but I tried my best. Please comment. Hope you like it.
