HEARTACHE

 
Empty swing
Now just a tire
Hanging from a rope
 
Listen for the echo
Of those voices
Daddy; daddy; daddy
Listen! Listen!
 
But they’re gone
A pendulum of life
Like a day or week
Gone not forgotten
Memories linger
 
The passage of time
Rolls over what could have been
Showing no mercy
While tearing at the heart
Leaving scars and lumps
 
Reality has its way
It lifts us up, too
High enough
To cover up disappointment
Time will march
Life goes on
Live it well
 
Stanski
March 29, 2020 ^