Memories

Alone sitting in his chair

Alone working in his garden

Alone sitting at his table

Alone with faded memory

He stops and thinks of you

He longs for little darling

He gave you what he had

He questions, was it enough?

The world moves ever faster

The clock is no friend at all

The last time I stopped by

The next time will be soon

A memory is a funny thing

A remembrance incomplete

A stick in the spoke of life

A hole that needs a patch

So we live our separation

So busy in distraction

So alone with just a memory

So afraid to just say the need.

Nick Campos - May 2024