Remnants Of The Past Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

"As I read some remnants
of the love letters I received
from my youth
and seeing pictures of women
of long ago…
including the small notes given
to me during those times
its quite plenty, so beautiful
yet a little bit old…
as I contemplate more clearly
there is no more joy
as I held it in my hand
no more light nor love
to kindle me by
some peace but more on pain
for what is left are memories
like walking on a dark secluded plains
where one is swept with nostalgia
and the shadow of that flight
to the past only brings sadness
through the night."