Year after
year slipping by
Quickly fading
into the past
The ill-fated
regrets of yesterday
Over shadowing
fond promises of tomorrow
Whispers of
old ghosts wailing like the wind
Suffering
the loneliness of life not lived
Forgetting the
miniscule times of happiness
Reaching out
for faded memories
The misty
blurs of what was beckoning in the beyond
Voices before
unheard, calling... come home.
