Scattered Echoes...

Flowers for a grave,
Both dainty and distressing,
As tears escape twin rivers of the soul.
Convenient time I gave,
Infrequently expressing,
The sentiment between routine and role.
Words left unspoken,
Considered unnecessary,
Sunshine and shadows, petals and tears.
Now the bridge is broken,
The chance was temporary,
To cross back and stroll through tender years.
Eulogies and regret,
As mysterious as Jade,
I failed to say just what I really meant.
A cemetery debt,
For love that went unpaid,
And greeting cards I never even sent.

2 comments:

Shoma said...

Regrets are so personal. This one reminds me of mine. Love the eulogies and regret bit and how well the thought carries on throughout the poem :)

Ray said...

Thank you it means a lot coming from you :)