After the parade..

Words…. Something I struggle with ..

I look back into time , a mirror of the soul ….

Circumstances were different then…. Time was a trusted Allie , its intentions ? Pure ... Potential unrealised..

Jump forwards , a soul has been neglected.. lost in flickering memories. What I thought would always be there , is not ..

A warm embrace, an infinite summer of content, .a sepia memory. I feel your hurt . Your pain, my doing , my pain your undoing .

Sorry dear friend , my love . .. for wasting opportunities .. potential unrealised by a hateful act

If only I had the words .. there must be the words .. the right combination of sounds and emotion .. that can right a spiteful neglect.

…if I find them …

…say them,

.. believe them ,

.. please say .. we can start the parade..

Again