RemorseA Poem by danthe aftermath of divorce, how it affects all parties involvedRemorse
Mournful mists condense on all those years, tracks of rain drip down the window pane, just like our tears. Memory sees walks along the beach, trying to hold on to what is always out of reach.
Sunny days reflect the faded smiles; a prayer for rain might liquidate the bitter, littered miles. A search reveals no reason for the rhyme; nightmares turn to hourglasses counting tearful time.
Laughter is the Spirit of the Child; timeless frames of endless games where every card is wild. Wondering why his life is give-and-take; gazing at the lifeless leaves that drift across the lake.
Solitude need not be “ever after;” memories hold window panes, beaches, lakes and laughter. Futures, seldom cleanly carved in stone; the truth is that it takes much more than brick to build a happy home.
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