This Lonely Road Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The quiet rooms, they echo now,
With thoughts of where I failed, and how.
A word unsaid, a path not turned,
A lesson I have slowly learned.

Your laugh, a ghost upon the breeze,
Lost in the rustling of the trees.
My heart aches for your gentle touch,
Oh, how I miss you, oh so much.

This lonely road, I walk it slow,
But in the dark, a faint light glow.
A tiny spark, a whispered plea,
For you to find your way to me.

The past is gone, it cannot mend,
But futures can, my dearest friend.
I hold this hope, a fragile thing,
Of brighter days, and songs to sing.