My mind that won’t stop ticking,
My soul that seems to speak,
They bring back things not quite forgotten,
That keep me from my sleep.
I cannot dream the future,
I can’t block out the past,
A fire burns inside me,
It seems forever it will last.
My heart is not as broken,
Ever slowly it has healed,
For when the sadness strikes me,
I refuse myself to yield.
Toss and turn as I do,
I hold on to my tears,
So many have been spent on you,
I need to spare a few for moments in future years.
Yet don’t think I’ve forgotten you,
Nor that I ever will,
Moving on is simply what we do,
I’m making my way up to the top of the hill.
Your face it fades a bit each day,
Til your smile is all I see,
When I close my eyes I understand,
We were never meant to be.
Our hearts they can forgive us,
Never can they forget,
One thing my heart is certain of,
Not a moment spent with you will I ever regret.
Slumber finally takes me,
My mind finally turns out its light,
I wish you beautiful dreams as my conscious fades,
Wherever you sleep tonight.
© Copyright 2016 Alan Dale Dalby. All rights reserved.
Short Story / Literary Fiction
Poem / Poetry
Short Story / Horror
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