Never Now, Never This Poem by Izobelle Pulgo

Vintage pictures scattered on the floor
Serene, quiet, and old
Showered by sunlight through the open door
I remember like it was just yesterday
All those memories they hold.

A glimpse of the past and of days gone by
Remnants of our history we had left behind
The laughters, the tears, the pain that made us cry
Frozen in time like a slow, fading goodbye.

As we grew up and as we grow old
We remember the life we knew back then
Trudgin on, in a darkness so cold
Wishing with every step
That life would be so kind as it had been.

For every memory that we remember
For the laughters taht had become so few
For a heartbreaking past that we still hold dear
For all that we had lost, we had broken, we had let go...

We wish for a little something to hold on to
A semblance of a past that used to be us
Before it made us who we are,
Before we became soldiers of our lonely war,
Fighting a losing battle so seldom won
For love, for life, for a purpose of our own.

So as the setting sun slowly fades,
And the shadows chased the light away
The pictures remained scattered on the floor
Cold, desolate, and gray.

Remnants of a past and of a life before,
They are that and nothing more -
Memories cherished and treasured but fading nonetheless,
They are people and happiness and friendship gone -
Off to a forgotten eternity
That is never now.
Never this.