Looking at the faded photographs,
that bring me too this place
and remembering times, once had,
somehow still living in heart,
yet bringing no joy,
but only pain,
from why, why, why,
I make the move
so forced to make.
So, time marches
and I move on,
and leave behind
the no chance given.
I can not help
but to look back in mind,
and cry for loss,
of dreams once found
now so lost,
from indifference
to gifts given
of
hearts
and
souls.
