Overtures Of A Lost Landscape Poem by Peter Vealey

You went a long time
Before you left
I never knew you.
You pretended you owned me.
On overtures of a lost landscape
We looked at the price of wealth
(In different times and worlds) .
Yet came up short,
Dividing our hearts and soul forever,
Whilst looking for something, anything.
You went a long time ago.
Before you left.
We camped in far-off times,
Like friends not brothers.
I knew who you were,
When we walked on fields
Of conflict together.
But what of now,
And those overtures of a lost landscape?
You went away
A long time ago.
Before you
Left for good,
And all of us
were never sure,
Who you really were
To us
On any one day(or anymore) .