a year

a year by anelephantcant

a year by anelephantcant

a year
has slipped past
since last
I saw your face
a year
of good times
and bad
a year
when I cherished
a few moments
of joy
and endured
many months
deeply sad

a year
when you smiled
and held
my hand warm
but only
in my desperate dreams
a year
when the darkness
grew blacker
each night
the sun slept
and there were
too few
moon beams

a year
when I witness
my life
running slow
a year
that says
I am growing old
a year
when the rain
is less wet
than my tears
a year
that ends
with my heart
empty
and cold

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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5 Responses to a year

  1. Penny L Howe says:

    Time does go by doesn’t it. The memories don’t seem to go away though. You expressed the emotions involved exceedingly well! xo

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  2. RoSy says:

    Hi Ele.
    Hope you are well.

    A poem that holds lots of emotion.

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  3. emmylgant says:

    Triste à souhait. Mais beau quand même.
    You describe very well the bone deep loneliness of lost love and how it wears on the soul.

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  4. Bonnie says:

    It makes me yearn for Spring, warmth, rays of light, light of love, hope and the rosy fingers of suns dawning. Well done Bri!

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