The past still beckons me,
though my future is clear.
Still, it’s hard to leave behind
all the things we once held dear.
Unfortunately, people change,
and our hearts wail in disbelief.
And those unspoken topics
are the bearers of our grief.
Woeful whispers in the night
tend to fuel my disheartened spirit.
I try to bandage my bleeding heart,
but nothing can ever cure it.
So many things I want to forget,
but there’s nothing I can undo.
So I spend my days looking for ways
to begin my life anew.
Written by, Michelle Cook
Writing prompt, courtesy of my hubby: Nighttime whispers.