Ghosts of Yesterday

A cycle of poems «Your Fragments of a Broken Heart»

Dusty photographs, faces in the frame
A flicker of a memory, whispering a name
Ghosts of yesterday, dancing in the light
Holding on to moments, fading in the night

They walk beside me, on this lonely road
Echoes of laughter, a heavy, silent load
Ghosts of yesterday, clinging to my soul
Stories left unwritten, taking their cruel toll

Empty swing set, swaying in the breeze
A summer afternoon, playing 'neath the trees
A promise whispered, broken in the rain
Leaving empty spaces, etched within my brain

They walk beside me, on this lonely road
Echoes of laughter, a heavy, silent load
Ghosts of yesterday, clinging to my soul
Stories left unwritten, taking their cruel toll

I try to shake them, these shadows of the past
But they're woven in my fabric, holding oh so fast
Can I ever break free, from this spectral chain?
Or am I destined always, to relive the pain?

They walk beside me, on this lonely road
Echoes of laughter, a heavy, silent load
Ghosts of yesterday, clinging to my soul
Stories left unwritten, taking their cruel toll

But maybe in their silence, a lesson I can find
To cherish every moment, and leave none behind
For the ghosts of yesterday, will always be a part
Of the fragile tapestry, that beats within my heart.