The heat of a sultry summers day

and the news wasn’t good,

you were going away.

 

Vow’s made by the lovers brook

are just trickling memories

of a love that you took.

 

A heart that once was full of life

is now but an empty shell

on the edge of a knife.

 

A vignette, closing in on a world,

as into the deep dark abyss

my mind was hurled.

 

Dreams and goals we shared as a bond

are slowly creeping away

as thief, to abscond.

 

The feelings, the love of life we shared,

the togetherness, the passion

was beyond compare.

 

All drifting by on the hands of time

and forever out of reach,

no longer mine.

 

I reach out to you a last trembling hand

but you slip through my fingers

like soft silken sand.

 

I have nought but love as a parting gift,

the pride that at one time

your heart I could lift.

 

A memory will live for years to come,

as we finally reach the end

and all is said and done.

 

 

Written by Darren Scanlon, 11th June 2014

Revised 17th June 2015.

©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.