Yesteryear

Yesterday is gone away

And will never come again

This last year

Will never return to us again

All that remain

Memories and leftover bits and pieces

Of empty and half-forgotten dreams

What seemed important yesteryear

Now seems only irrelevant

Once you were a part of the world

And now you are no more

Than a recurring dream, a set of memories

A permanent hole in my heart

You left behind

An irreparable tear

In the fabric of my life

An amputated soul

And a ghost shadow that lurks

In forgotten corners and hidden spaces

A marble marker set in seldom visited ground

And soon, a day will come

When we will no longer be a part of the world

And it will be as before we were born

The world will carry on as it may

Spinning on its axis

The sun rising and setting on its daily rounds

The cycle of seasons following one upon another

A round of holiday rituals observed

Seasons

Odd Ends: Perennial Poesy along the Way

2005