her heart
couldn’t see past
the golden fields
the yearning for home
meant a long road
preferred not taken
sorrow
is not something easily shed
it lingers
in the crevasses and cavities
of the cerebellum
almost forgotten
till the sky spit
it’s warm droplets
forcing tears to well
and memories falling
into a time and place
where laughter lived
and love forgave
now
merely a place
called
bygone
Have no words! Just great!
Absolutely Evgeny!! Just way awesome!
Love the ‘story’ and the title!
So happy for you!