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!