On those long winter nights
When it seems as if the heart of God
Hath itself frozen over
My empty bed sits in quiet mockery
As I engage in a losing battle
With the lone bottle
And the demons that haunt the waking hours
All the world is tinted a fair shade of rose
The past is a distant land, a place
For which I have only fond memories
The future, a lovely paradise,
A charming destination I may never see
‘Tis on nights like these
That I wonder the most
About the ones we’ve loved and left behind
The detritus of a life fully lived
Abandoned with the other ancient things,
Forgotten, never to be seen or heard again,
Quietly removed from memory, and
From our drifting hearts. Pictures and love
notes
Torn and thrown in the fire – the special pyre
We build to devour those parts of our lives,
The unpleasant fragments of our existence
We wish no longer to
remember
Trying with too much
haste to unlive a life
Already lived,
forgetting in the moment
That everything will
pass in time
And the memories we make
will count for nought,
Except on those long
winter nights
When there’s nothing
left to hold, but the memory
Of the ones we’ve loved
and left behind
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