Times

Time goes by- erasing, creating.

As time goes by it erases memories, 

but also creates good and bad ones.

There are points in this period,

were one wishes to pauses time,

to rewind the times, to better times.

but time is not one to be controlled.

Letters that used to form,

the conversations between us,

became bruised and broken.

I stand mute in front of you.

The hugs and smiles, we shared-

became ghosts of the past.

now, I can't help but smiling,

at the memories we shared.

The hours of conversation between us,

filled my heart with joyous flutters.

You were always there for me.

These conversations are buried beneath rubble.

I stand before you mute.

i stand before you unemotional.

I stand before you to scared to talk.

Time- a wonderful- complicated thing.

Erasing, creating.

I sometimes wish that time-

could somehow go back to 

our period of devoted love.

Reviews

[F.Z]

sigh...time is sure a cruel things...but surely we will someday accept the present someday and look the things in our past as a bittersweet memories...Don't worry you are not alone , I've been there before too :)
And nice poem , you have my round of applause!