Lazy River

There is a lazy river. I used to stroll along in my younger years. A lazy river that witnessed a great amount of my heartaches and tears. It witnessed all my courting days, my sweethearts as I strolled along. The break-ups and the sadness that befell my life. Now I sit alone watching ripples fade away just as our love did with each passing day. The lazy river flows at its slow and steady pace the same as it did that first day I strolled along. The birds still sing among the leaves, the squirrels still scamper along the ground. The seasons still come and go. The only thing that is missing now is you because you’re gone. 29 July 2009