Looking Back
If left to my own ways of being
I’d surely find a way face it down
Bring it away from what I’m feeling
I can’t find that smile for my frown
Lost upon the hopeless canals
That life springs upon me at times
It doesn’t mean that this is final
It just brings with it a lot of chimes
Those that mention the falling of hearts
That does spray the nest at my home
I’ve not enjoyed the widowing apart
Of her voice that showers me to come
Though we’ve been away for many years
It still stings to this very day
That she took my heart with the shears
And took my soul away…
Russell Sivey
*Pure Fiction, for me anyway!
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2017
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