1 Tragedies Imprints Poem by Edith Niemeyer

[Verse 1]

Tragedy came without knocking,
Left silence standing at the door.
Yesterday's still within the hallway,
Though yesterday lives here no more.

Tears' fell where words could not follow,
Upon lightly's steps I came—
Gathering pieces of rememberences,
Still whispering each one's name.

[Pre-Chorus]

What was… remains,
Though differently somehow.
For time keeps losing ticks' tock
Til the future becomes the now.

[Chorus]

Tragedy's imprint lingers,
Where love once placed its hand.
Leaving shadows amongst tomorrow,
That yesterday still understands.

We do not walk beyond the missing,
We carry what cannot follow—
Through today's ever-changing moments,
Into tomorrow's hollow.

Await…
For what has gone is not forgotten.
Await…
Til the future becomes the now.

[Verse 2]

There are echoes amongst the quiet,
Footsteps' where no feet remain.
A laughter caught within rememberence,
A sunshine hidden inside rain.

Some endings never finish,
They simply learn another way—
To walk beside us without footsteps,
Through every ordinary day.

And tragedy wears many faces,
Some the world shall never see.
For deepest wounds make little sound
When carried silently.

[Pre-Chorus]

Still what was… remains,
Somewhere beyond our how.
While time keeps searching for its tock
Til the future becomes the now.

[Chorus]

Tragedy's imprint lingers,
Where love once placed its hand.
Leaving shadows amongst tomorrow,
That yesterday still understands.

We do not walk beyond the missing,
We carry what cannot follow—
Through today's ever-changing moments,
Into tomorrow's hollow.

Await…
For what has gone is not forgotten.
Await…
Til the future becomes the now.

[Bridge]

Perhaps tragedy is love's shadow—
Proof that something once stood near.
Something worthy of the breaking,
Something worthy of every tear.

And if one eternal round awaits us,
Somewhere beyond time's door,
Perhaps our lost are merely walking
A pathway we've not walked before.

Leaving imprints amongst forgetfuls' longing,
So faint… yet somehow found.
Where ticks' have finally found their tock,
And silence becomes sound.

[Final Chorus]

Tragedy's imprint remains with us,
But sorrow does not walk alone.
For every tear carries a rememberence,
And every rememberence… home.

What yesterday held within its keeping
Tomorrow may yet allow—
When all our scattered then's become
One everlasting now.

So Await…
Amongst the shadows of what was.
Await…
Amongst the wonder of what shall.

For tragedy may write the ending—
But love…
Love pens beyond it still.

Til the future becomes the now.