Crumpled pages read and read
the authors words in someone’s head.
Knowledge of bygone days.
Hidden under dust on the shelf.
Faded pages, dogged corners
what may their secrets hide.
A single dried rose
lay beside the dusty pile
fragile to the touch.
Perhaps echoing love lost.
Where once full of life
now hopelessly forgotten
Vividly remembering the past
a painful encounter went to dust.
Tears rolled down, came at last.
Healing has taken its place.
JoJo Bean, Dodgy Dave and Meggie Gultiano
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echoing-love-lost/
