The Shadow
A shadow hangs between us even now.
It is an impenetrable curtain of the past.
We can’t seem to get where we used to be.
Things have stayed the same, yet they’ve changed.
Ever so subtly, we’ve changed and can’t go back.
How I yearn for the way things were before.
This shadow lives in the jail of our minds.
It has imprisoned the possibility of closeness.
It gives an unreal sense of superficiality.
Things have stayed the same, yet they’ve changed.
I can’t blame either of us for the difference;
How I yearn for the way things were before.
I remember how comfortable we’d become.
Maybe it is that comfort and not the shadow
that causes my unease at this moment.
Things have stayed the same, yet they’ve changed.
The feelings we have for each other remain steady.
How I yearn for the way things were before.
A shadow hangs between us even now.
After time, we may be able to pierce her armor.
The curtain may wear thin and disintegrate.
Things have stayed the same, yet they’ve changed.
If we work together, maybe we can go back.
How I yearn for the way things were before.
It is an impenetrable curtain of the past.
We can’t seem to get where we used to be.
Things have stayed the same, yet they’ve changed.
Ever so subtly, we’ve changed and can’t go back.
How I yearn for the way things were before.
This shadow lives in the jail of our minds.
It has imprisoned the possibility of closeness.
It gives an unreal sense of superficiality.
Things have stayed the same, yet they’ve changed.
I can’t blame either of us for the difference;
How I yearn for the way things were before.
I remember how comfortable we’d become.
Maybe it is that comfort and not the shadow
that causes my unease at this moment.
Things have stayed the same, yet they’ve changed.
The feelings we have for each other remain steady.
How I yearn for the way things were before.
A shadow hangs between us even now.
After time, we may be able to pierce her armor.
The curtain may wear thin and disintegrate.
Things have stayed the same, yet they’ve changed.
If we work together, maybe we can go back.
How I yearn for the way things were before.
posted by Vickie at 8:48 PM
4 Comments:
I find myself hoping this is a round robin or a prompt poem, and not from personal experiences your dealing with right now. If it is personal, I have only this to say... things can change for the better. Scott and I were "here" for years, and have recently started to find our way through our respective curtains of past.
*hug*
~E
I am happy to hear that you and Scott are doing better.
Yes, this is a round robin, but yes, there is some truth in it as well. At least you should be able to guess what the shadow is...
I started to joke about the 5 o'clock shadow, but decided joking would just be inappropriate. I'm sorry for the existence of the shadow at all. Seems I live my life in them anymore, and feel them even when I'm in the sunshine.
take care of you.
ML~
~E
Erf... logged in to the wrong account for my latest post over there. I hate it when that happens :-|
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