This time of year brings me to a strange standstill. Half of me’s caught up in what’s gone before, and that part of me doesn’t want to move on. The other half of me would be only too pleased, but is terrified of forgetting. Leads me down a path that I call ‘what’s the point’. Today’s another double post day, as I wrote one yesterday that I want to share, not in verse this time. Please look out for it later.
What’s the Point
I catch myself wondering where you are
What’s the point? We’re not going to meet any time soon.
I listen to the same music we shared, halfway through
Or until the memories get too much.
What’s the point? We’ll never share it again in the same way.
I try to tell your story, but there comes a point when I can’t speak
That’s when I stop, so…
What’s the point?
All of this, I do out of love for you
Because there’s always a part of me
That wants you back
My wish will never be granted
So that’s the point.
Simply because I want to remember
Wishing you peace and strength on your journeys,
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