Clean white sheets pulled tightly across the bed
The smell of springtime fills the air
But you are not here
You are never here
Just an image remain
The years pass like the falling rain from the darkening sky
The autumn leaves fall to their death
One by one
Only to be consumed by the hollow wind
Time pass ever so slow
The world is spinning backward
And I am still here
I am still here
Caught in-between sorrow
And a memory
Your photograph sits in a frame
With a cracked glass down the center
Another day
Another month
Pass through the fractured corners of my mind
There is snow on the ground
And the laughter of children
Flying through the air
How I remember
I can hear the sound of church bells and
Family's congregating in the street below
Friends
Loved ones
And new friends
Make their way in peace
It is 5:30 p.m.
I put on my old worn-out coat and hat
And sit on the park bench
It is cold
The snow quickly gather's
On my hat flake by flake
But I don't care
The trees stand naked
Without making a sound
Not even a whisper
The branches look like frozen fingers
About to snap
At a moment’s notice
The snow has quietly covered the ground
In candy cotton white
I am lost in all this silence
Strangers bid strangers good day
Lovers walk the tree-lined park
Holding hands
Gazing into each other’s eyes
For how I remember these times well
When I was just
Twenty-five..
- Ken Riccio original poems ©
