Νοσταλγία

 

 

 

 

Beyond my reach

 

The pain of an old wound

Bites deep

I watch you walk through the gate

Strong backed

Confident stride

Always forward into tomorrow

The arrows of our yesterdays

Pin me to the floor

Draw tears

Twist features

I am old

And you are beautiful in your vibrancy

I do not know when

I may see you again

So, I must live in the memories

Walk the corridors of our past

Feel the pricks of regret and

The fierce fire of my pride

You are the man I was not

A better man than your father.

 

 

Words and image are my own.

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