☆°▪︎ GONE AND FOREVER LOST ▪︎°☆

You

.

a

r

e

.

just

.

a

.

silhouette

.

i

n

.

the

fog . . .

.

.

.

f

r

o

m

those

days,

when

days

were

l—o—n—g . . .

.

.

.

~ a

silhouette

.

i

n

.

the

fog,

that

once

danced

across

.

t

h

e

.

pages

.

o

f

.

journal

entry

songs . . .

.

.

.

~ the

journal

entry

songs

.

o

f

.

you’s

.

a

n

d

.

me’s . . .

.

.

.

carelessly

crumpled,

torn,

.

a

n

d

.

tossed . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

.

now . . .

.

.

.

~ yes,

now . . .

.

.

.

my

days

.

a

r

e

.

dark,

.

a

n

d

.

filled

with

.

t

h

e

.

grays

.

o

f

.

your

once

warming

rays . . .

.

.

.

~ your

once

warming

rays . . .

.

.

.

shivering

.

i

n

.

the

shade . . .

.

.

.

shivering

.

i

n

.

the

shade . . .

.

.

.

a

s

.

.

.

the

final

trace

.

o

f

.

memories

fade . . .

.

.

.

~ as

.

t

h

e

.

final

trace

.

o

f

.

memories

fade . . .

.

.

.

still

today . . .

.

.

.

~ yes,

still

today . . .

.

.

.

I

would

love

.

t

o

.

find

a

way

.

t

o

.

communicate . . .

.

.

.

a

l

l

.

.

.

of

.

m

y

.

sorrow

.

f

o

r

.

the

shame . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

tell

.

o

f

.

all

.

t

h

e

.

ways,

I

would

make

.

y

o

u

.

smile

again . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

.

you

.

a

r

e

.

just

a

silhouette

.

i

n

.

the

fog . . .

.

.

.

~ a

silhouette

.

i

n

.

the

fog . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

all

.

o

f

.

those

years,

now

.

h

a

v

e

.

gone . . .

.

.

.

~ all

.

o

f

.

those

years,

now

.

h

a

v

e

.

gone . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

.

are

forever

lost.

Reflection:

This poem largely reflects the regret of having ignored someone or not treated him/her as well as we could have in the distant past. Looking back, we feel the person could have been a much larger, brighter part of our lives but the distance and the barriers now seem far too great to overcome.

This poem was inspired by the Moody Blues song, “Watching and Waiting.” I played this song repeatedly in the background at low volume to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.