Lightning bugs at dusk
Their glow, a beacon for those
Seeking simpler times
Category: Sadness
Awakening
I took for granted
Always waking up next to
Your side of the bed
Caution
Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore
Leap
Annulled at midnight
This day destined to return
In four years from now
Age
A young man’s eyes see
The lined face and greying hair
Looking back at me
Regrets
Memories of you
Follow closely, taunting me
With what might have been
Noise
Lying on the floor
The world passes me by as
I try to let it
Beginnings
We walk the worn paths
Of an unexplored landscape
The first of many
Shadow
The crook of my arm
Cradling ebony silk
Purring in my ear
Millstone
Old memories found
In the back of the closet
Hiding in the gloom