Saturday, November 10, 2018
The Long Road Back
The morning started with an old Christmas song,
as I stared back into the looking glass of time,
the wear of memories covered now with frost and fog,
though a song beckoned me back to this recollection,
the long glorious road to my childhood,
now, vacant as travelers to a cemetery,
though a reprise and a simple song captures
a momentary reminiscence of that very day,
yet, softening the dire pain becomes inconsolable;
why upon the Holidays?
I ask again, why did you commit suicide on New Year's Eve?
On December of that day, I walked away forever,
swore to me- myself the privilege to jettison all memories,
yet, the jetsam of ruth always returns to the shorelines of December,
and with it the pandora box of everlasting grief,
I can't deflect the crushing blow of remembrance,
futility abides no laws,
we only relinquish tears when the song,
Auld Lang Syne ends another chapter of your absence.
- John Hardesty
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