Each Friday I post one of my poems.
Do you remember how we used to sit
In silence, there, beside an open door?
Such happy hours were they, those days gone by,
Though far more bittersweet than then I knew;
But now, alack! those days have fled away—
And, ever as when dearest friends depart,
Now we have parted to our separate ways
And I have wandered long in timeless thought,
I find parts of my heart were left behind.
I wrote this a few weeks ago, perhaps after a dream brought this memory to mind.
As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions (perhaps of a real title for this poem), questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. You can also read other poems I’ve written here on my blog.
This poem is also posted on my wiki.