Of Things Past Poem by Jean Paul Perez Pacheco

Of Things Past

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In my restless dreams
of things past and forgotten thoughts.
I see your face,
a reminder of sorrow and pain
of what once was.

Memories and trivial thoughts,
vanities, pleasure, and delights
of the woman I once loved.

You're no longer here,
it wasn't meant to be.

Lament is the only thing that is meant to be.

Sunday, March 24, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: memories,sorrow
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 24 March 2019

Well articulated and elegantly brought forth from the heart. Thanks for sharing.

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