Shadows In memory.

That road we walked 

is empty now. 

Sunlight warms, 

brings shadows of that time, 

short small windows of then, 

not now. 

I listen for sounds, 

but there are none, 

none of then 

or yesteryear. 

I could stand here all year 

and nothing will change; 

the past has gone, 

is out of range. 

Memory brings me shadows 

of the once upon a time, 

the tainted memory 

of what was. 

You I seek, 

but you are no more, 

just an empty shell 

on a lonely shore.