Lost Years

 

Yes, I mourn the darkened loss

feel self pity as a tear drips down.

Those lost years all cry out

“We were real!

Not imagination nor cruel joke”

 

Regret clothes them, hides their nakedness

Beneath that cloak they are stark and real

Captured on film as our child grew

I know they were real

I lived them too.

 

So where have they gone?, I know they were there.

Like a shriveled balloon

I found them, now

more distant than the farthest star.

Nothing I do can reach them again

 

I put them aside for another day

Perhaps I can look at them after a while

They really mattered to me

All those lost years

That we just threw away.