And so seasons seem to pass
one by one,
without a glance
they are only so casually noticed
And every season passing
is a memory slowly fading
But they are the ones
we manage to keep closest
Though the thoughts,
old, tired and rotten
Cling to our tears,
once dry, forgotten
Our hearts refuse to forgive
A Lover's first kiss,
the death of one so close
a painful bliss
that of a Lover's note
Photographs cry ink
and steal our hearts away
Nostalgia consumes
as our bright smiles fade
I loved this poem. Sometimes I feel this way when the holidays are coming.. sort of I guess just a "looking back" kind of phase. Everything that has happened, that didn't happened, things that weren't supposed to happen. How times flies... you worry what the new year will bring. Anyway.. I really really liked this poem. Good job
Melissa Marina Flores