Friday, 19 September 2008

come september

at times
i think i am forgetting
then a soft clinging cape of guilt
molds itself to my body
how could i forget you
my love my life
my forever man
those occasions fade now
eased with the forgiveness
of passing time

come september
beware the sadness
the deep abiding sense of loss
rushes in like the spring tide
catching me unaware
sweeping me from my feet
threatening to drown me
with memories of you
fear clutches at my gut
forgotten pain stings my eyes

i struggle through
the passing months of memories
of anniversary, births and death
missing and remembering
feeling once more the empty ache
of torment and despairing loss
until a year new born
brings hope and healing
and i may breathe again
without you my forever man

All materials Copyright © 2004-2008 by Eryll Oellermann


Margo Moon said...

Changing seasons, I've noticed, are as powerful as scent and music when it comes to waking up memories.

Take care.

reeflightning said...

who would we be without our memories?
thanks margo