Shadows And Charades

Naked spaces

Sit low, and with gentle thoughts in smiles
That harness only tears we float.
In empty rooms that once told of people.
Walking, talking and sharing moments.

Yet they are gone now, though every so often you forget,
To only be reminded again by the curse of mortality.
These faces you will see no more,
Other than in faded photographs and cherished memories.

They flash in and out.
Places that once held their souls remain, but only their ghosts walk these halls.

Yet they do not and will never be again.
Like a painful curse upon your being a reminder is both a kiss upon the cheek and a jab deep within the heart.

The years forever seemed they would return,
We became complacent in expecting an ever long and everlasting tale. 
Appreciate every moment.
Each existing sadness is a story.
Hard times you will come to learn from.
So now is future comfort. 

Yet new days have come to fall.
Clocks will shed the seconds,
The hand that fixed it's hours will not no more,
Nor rest its arm upon the mantle.

Memories are greater than photographs for in memories things can change.
And we remember the good, as time will heal all wounds.
I just wish it would leave more scars.

For to breathe is to lament, to fix eyes hard within that scene,
Of wonderful and dear moments that never shall return.
Dear friends and kin you will not be forgotten.
I shall remain for now.
Tell tales of old we shared, raise a glass of your liquor and laugh at what we knew.
Together we were stronger,
But here alone you give me strength. 

And in this very moment I fear I stare at ghosts.
Future paths we can be changing, though the ending rigid waits.
I would here swear to rather be with ghosts that came from flesh, Than to endlessly and chaotically dare share an empty space.

Hold fast I ask now simply, in shadows now I walk. I tread these halls of memories and speak of how we talked.