~ Of Bygone Days ~

Long shadows creep, like Cajun moss,
pain lingers long, of bitter loss.
Cruel winter winds whip, whine, and toss
my hushed soliloquy.

 
Those pale, gaunt ghosts of days gone by,
soon speak to me, although I try,
to just sit silently and cry,
mired in my misery.

 
The day she left—so cold, it was.
And I, bereft, stayed here because
the dreams we shared, as true love does,
had died so suddenly.

 
Although I’ve vowed to carry on
with all the hopes we shared as one,
the sun has set, my time is done—
as Death has come for me.

 
I’ve no regrets—I’ll leave this place
dream once again to see her face.
Enraptured by her warm embrace
for all eternity.