They come and go,
like the sunlight behind the clouds
seems simple enough to describe,
its just the shadows lay upon shrouds.
Is it possible to when I feel sadness
is it only me, or a shared response
to knowing you one time and then now
not remembering you at all.
Seems like time could go by forever
leaving me wondering if ever
there really was a fantasy,
was ours, were we did a fairy tale
really ever exist between the two of us,
or was I just made to believe
something I could never really be.
Days like these I don’t want to sleep,
so maybe I won’t but I will be hurting tomorrow,
the day will have these segments of pain,
and then you won’t ever be part of it,
ever again,
that choice was made long before
I even had a chance to know what love
meant.
© Scott F Savage 2/2021
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