No regrets

 

How does it feel like

To Have forgotten

When the sun and rain spoke in rhyme

When the heart pounded

Hmmm some vague memories

That do nothing to the cockles of the heart anymore 

Ya,  it is there in the movies

and in the songs

it shines in the eyes of the youth

But inside me there is 

Only ash and smoke

Some creaks and groans

Wondering if there is wistfulness

If there is a sense of loss

An ache, a yearning

For what used to be

But no there is nothing

And so does this make these words so drab, so dreary

Because only words that throb 

With the song from the heart

Is supposed to be that elusive thing called Love

Simple breakfasts, simple meals-

no feasts, no banquets

no bells peal, no music plays

the sun rises and then sets

the moon glides through the skies

no one notices the flowers bloom

nor the patter of the raindrops 

Yet, so grateful that  

the dry scraped out soul, 

has become invisible, irrelevant

Nothing is missed- just happy 

to be living the daily mundane life...

the fire, the zest, the passion, the verve, 

the spontaneity, the playfulness, 

the mischief, the piquancy

all gone forever

never to return or revive

Life is but bits  and  pieces of these

But mostly otherwise

It is shards and slivers

Falls, bruises and tears...

as one struggled through the web of living

everything else just fell by the way side

Just the strength and assurance of 

Having each other's backs

To laugh the other’s smile

And cry the other’s tears

And sometimes sigh in unison

To sit back not so close

And yet not far away

one reads, the other writes

one may not speak

and yet the other listens

the heart has slowed down

and then it is about holding, 

healing together

leaning back in gratitude

and placid contentment