To the seconds, the minutes, the hours and days
to the lands and the seas thousands of miles away.
To the promises told, to the promises broken
to the distant reasons left unspoken.
To the rush of emotions new and aligned
to the fantasy frozen deep in the mind.
To the hollow dreams empty and void
to the moments gone that were enjoyed.
To the fixed and the broken,
to the sleeping and woken.
To the ones that regret,
to the ones that forget.
To the strong and the weak
to the originals…
to the freaks.
To the silence and moments that have gone and passed
to the knowledge it ended way too fast.
to the end.
Karen Hayward ©2016 (Words and image)