RESIDUE

An entry for the Traditional Poetry Contest

RESIDUE

Bits and pieces of memories,
Tucked away until a gentle breeze
Brings a longing to me for you.
Yet all that's left is a residue.

Small white Bible, faded rose,
Ring that is tarnished, no one knows
Why or how we were torn apart.
Residue of love in a broken heart.

A telephone that never rings,
Records play but no one sings.
Another drink may ease the pain,
What was, will never come again.

Life must go on, no tears to cry,
Now I know the meaning of goodbye.
A brighter day will come in to view,
And ease the pain of loves residue.

Countrymom
11/20/14