Shattered Dreams Poem by Lisa AT

A homesick heart, I wander free,
Longing for moments lost to memory.
Not grand or dramatic, but everyday delights,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of warm nights.

I yearn for routines, mundane and true,
Rhythms that anchored days, now lost to you.
For shared glances, conversations unspoken,
Comfortable silences, hearts once unbroken.

A chapter closed, a book now laid to rest,
I grieve for the fabric of a life, once at its best.
The texture of time, vanished and gone,
Leaves a void, a quiet ache, that lingers on.

It's not just a person I miss, but a life,
A tapestry of moments, cut from the fabric of time.
The ordinary, now extraordinary in hindsight,
Holds the deepest meaning, a profound and bittersweet light.

This homesickness, a core of love and loss,
A persistent longing, a memory that forever crosses.
A bridge between what's past and what's yet to be,
A bittersweet reminder, of what used to be.