You are the faded image
Years have
gone by like gusts of wind
Seasons changed from cold, icy blue winters
To the joyful summers that brought flowers and sunshine and warmth.
Children were born, the elderly died, wars came and went by unseen and unfelt,
There was hunger and bliss, struggles and holidays, there was love.
And there was absence.
I miss you.
You were a
girl, just turned woman. You loved your horse and your friends,
The typical high school best friends forever tune still rang through your head
But at the end of summer you became that icy blue winter, and the summer
flowers
were cold and dead.
You turned memory, just like that. At first, a frequent image, a thought, a
discordant voice. Then,
dreams, occasional giggles at silly jokes remembered, episodes of crying twice
a year. And now, finally
Not even
that.
You remain
nothing
but a shadow, a whisper in the rustling leaves, a faded image that bears
evidence of the past,
But nothing of what might have been. I miss you, but I miss knowing you,
understanding, seeing you. Seeing not
who you were, but who you might have become.
I miss you, because
I can no longer imagine who you’d be today.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Allysson: | Maandag, november 19, 2012 18:06 |
| Dikke knuffel! ik wordt er helemaal stil van. Heel herkenbaar hoe je het verwoord.. Sterkte en liefs, ally | |
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