Here I sit alone
with only ghosts from the past
to keep me company.
Memories of those
who I will never see again.
I sit and tell them
all my ills and woes;
it’s comforting in the silence
as the long shadows grow.
I tell them how my life has changed
since they went away
and that I hope to see them again
when it is my time to go.
They don’t answer me
like they used to do,
still it is comforting
as the hours pass on their way.
Just sitting here chatting
like I used to do
late into the evening tide
as the long shadows grow.
17 October 2009
David, this poem was pleasant to me very much... When many our relatives already in heavens, only such -dialogue of soul remains over us..10... Thank you... Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You captured perfectly this well known feeling. The title is a perfect complement to the words also.