The Forgotten

A dark wooded forest and an overcast in the sky
alone and distant, we stand.
In groves of shadows and
never-asked questions
we’re waiting and pondering for the times that were.

As I remember the laughter, I smile.
As I remember the jokes, I sigh.
But then, as if a hush came over the wood, 
my mind closes and there is
         no more. 

“Hello? Are you there?” I might shout
“Yes, I still am” You may reply
But our distance grows and as night falls our groves grow darker 
with the overcast still hanging in the depths of the sky

Embraces of love
and pain out of laughter 
No more are they present in my mind.
Cold worries and clouded fear now protrude forcing out 
           “Where are you? I need you…
                 Come find me”

If you could change, move, come
or if I could ignore and give
shadows wouldn’t seem so grim.
But their foreboding pits go deeper than they seem
So we stand center,
Scared listening to the wind push the leaves
Leaving us in our groves
Leaving us in our
                Loneliness