Shadows of What Was

Shadows of What Was delves into the profound emotions of regret and longing following a lost love, capturing the essence of unspoken words and missed opportunities

Shadows of What Was

In the quiet of the night, I hear the sighs,

echoes of unspoken words drifting by,

whispers of what could have been, lingering still,

filling the empty spaces where love once thrived.

Once, our laughter danced like sunlight's glow,

but now silence wraps around us,

thick with the weight of memories lost,

each choice a door I dared not open.

Years slip by like sand through weary hands,

each grain a reminder of unmade plans,

of love that faded into shadows,

where hope flickered dimly, struggling to survive.

If only I could gather the broken threads,

stitch together the dreams now left for dead,

but regret settles in, heavy as stone,

a burden I carry, haunting my every thought.

I watch you from a distance, a fading light,

a silhouette against the encroaching night,

wondering if you feel this ache too?"

the heart’s deep longing for the love we once knew.

E.Scholtz

Reviews

[Dave W.]

I really like this poem. My feeling for the couple, that had a bright love, now there is distance, is sadness. The line "Years slip by like sand through weary hands" makes me think of the movie "Never ending story" where the giant rock biter talks about his hands looking strong and no matter how hard he try to hold on to his family the nothing took them. This was absolutely fantastic, you are a good poet.

[Elnnes Scholtz]

Thank you so much, Dave! I'm really glad the poem resonated with you, and I love your reference to The NeverEnding Story—that scene with the Rock Biter is such a powerful metaphor for loss and helplessness.Your feedback means a lot to me, and I truly appreciate your kind words!

[Dave W.]

I always think about that scene when there are moments I have tried to hold on to knowing they are passing, with each tic of the clock and there is nothing you can do as they pass. Yeah your poem resonated with me alot.

[Elnnes Scholtz]

I'm sorry that you had to go through all of that!. Unfortunately for us that is the reality of life, but it scalps us and makes us stronger. I am glad my poem resonated with you!

[Dave W.]

This is the last thing and I will stop bugging you. Have you been able to up load anything today? I keep trying but I get an error message. Thats all.

[Elnnes Scholtz]

I posted this poem about an hour or 2 ago and was able to. Maybe try closing the site and reopening it. Hopefully that works. Otherwise it is your signal, not sure I live on the other side of the world though.

[Dave W.]

Thankyou I will give it a try, now I will stop bugging you, have a great day.

[Snow_]

whispers of what could have been, lingering still,
i think. lingering still would look better

I think it is better to be "had"
If only I had gathered the broken threads,

I think you mean stitching or something i think the tense was not that clear

stitching together the(our) dreams now left till dead,
Left till dead maybe better?
maybe our would be better??

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

I just re-read your other poem " In the Garden of Us" and again felt overwhelmed by the joy expressed in it. now, we see the shadow of your previous work, and the contrast is stark. i guess, i am a sensitive person too, and i have some understanding of the highs and lows life brings. "Once, our laughter danced like sunlight's glow," the past participle "danced," this one word, conveys the feeling of loss so profoundly. applause!