This Day Is Old
This day is old but this day is new.
I think of the things, we used to do.
The answers I sought, never came.
And so in the darkness, I still remain.
But the memories, are here to stay.
As I can't avoid reminders every day.
Silent reminders, creep up on me.
Then out of the blue, the past I see
Reminders, catch me off my guard.
I try my best not to cry, but it's hard.
Today is new but this feeling is not.
I long for those answers, I never got.
Mike Bartram
Wed 13th Dec 2023 14:23
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