Looking over my shoulder
Into the past, all but forgotten
Through the merciless haze of time.
Scattered, dispersed like seeds in the wind,
Loved ones (and not so loved ones)
Gone forever, some into the ether,
Others into far-flung lands,
Leaving only memories, shadows
Lurking in yesterday’s infinity,
While the hands move on towards eternity.
©Denise G Allen, 22 June 2014 07:10