A Wrecked Life Poem by Chris Zachariou

A short span of happiness.
I reach out and touch a memory—
a glimpse from another time
of a life that might once have been.

But wrapped in a cocoon
I never saw the pain in your voice
and the shadows dancing in your eyes.

In despair you gathered
all that was left of a life I wrecked
and vanished into the arms
of a sad December night

and now mauled by regrets
each night I wait to hear footsteps
and your voice knocking at my door.