Cold Hands

Cold Hands

A Poem by LostandForgotten

Every thing grew dark,


The air was cold with a bitter twinge of regret.


And the hand that once held mine gone, lost, nearly forgoten. 


The promises we made became dust in the wind,


and the laughter an empty echo of yesterday.


I've lost my way and so have you.


Wandering on in search of happiness we may never reach. 


Strangers now, gone, lost. nearly forgotten, but never quite.

© 2012 LostandForgotten


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The words I hear the flow I don't follow

Posted 6 Years Ago


This one grabs the reader. I can relate. It is powerful.


Posted 7 Years Ago


Wow I can totally relate. I lost my brother who helped me through my worst times and your words are how I feel

Posted 7 Years Ago


I can totally relate with this; I have so many loved ones and friends that have just become total strangers, and it feels like everything we once had was, as you said, "lost, nearly forgotten." But it's true that they're never forgotten. Good poem.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on April 5, 2012
Last Updated on April 5, 2012
Tags: love, sadness, regret, lost love

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LostandForgotten
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