Theres an empty road ahead of me
And nothing but footprints behind
The trail goes on, and still no way
To what I left behind
Vines and trees and plains of straw
We used to lay here; it flashes past
And not but specks that haunt the grass
Believe what we know; believe what we saw
A quiet destiny alone unfolding
And a happy life becoming forgotten
Its in the fact that on this now lonely road
You used to be here to hold me too
Do not forget me here; let this place call
And let it speak my whispers; our love
Of a once happy time too far ago
On this dusty and lonely dirt road
** I dont write about experiences all the time. Experiences give me feelings, but the feelings are really what I get my inspiration from, even if they dont come with a story. This poem is one of my feelings of loss, and although it does not pertain to any specific situation, I hope you enjoy it**
