Gone Are The Days

Gone are the days when we strolled through the heather
Gone is the laughter we shared
Back when our days were spent most together
Back when for each other we cared

Time was cruel when it played with our heartstrings
When absence forced us apart
Loosening the threads from which young love springs
Forcing our dreams to depart

Now all alone, I still stroll through the heather
Trying to recapture those days
All of my thoughts to my memories I tether
Heightening my malaise

I capture a sense of you here in the heather
Your laughter still rings in my ear
I imagine we once again are together
That somehow you will reappear

Are there ever times when you still think about me
Of the time when our hearts were entwined
Do you ever wonder how different things could be
Had we not left each other behind

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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6 Responses to Gone Are The Days

  1. It gets easier but then again…it doesn’t It will be 9 years this summer, since my husband died. Seems like yesterday.

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  2. scifihammy says:

    A poignant poem of love and loss. I particularly like the line – “I capture a sense of you here in the heather”. I think there are special places where our lost one feels closer to us and it is worth revisiting these places from time to time to reconnect. 🙂

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  3. quiall says:

    So sad and so beautiful. She will always be a part of you.

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