When we left We left behind those who were left Stuck in the web of our old memories Our ghosts strolling in the minds of our old lovers Haunting the cold sides of their empty beds.
When we left We left behind a trail of footprints Betraying our current paths For the even the strongest of winds Cannot unburden us of our stained past.
We left the church The believers and the sinners And the men of cloth trying to unite the two.
When we left We left behind loved ones in pain And left when the sun denied had the rain.
We left behind our names To be handed down in stories of our histories Like the gods of our unforgettable times.
When we left We left behind some mixed emotions We left a few hearts sitting on a cliff edge Love and hate combating tensions Like skilled warriors fighting for a pledge.
A little edited but originally by 3005398 from Pixabay.
I am recovering as a poet and a writer. Recovering from denying my work or words the chance to see the light of a screen. Recovering from doubting it.
BQ.