Here I sit alone
with only ghosts from the past
to keep me company.
Memories of those
who I will never see again.
I sit and tell them
all my ills and woes;
it’s comforting in the silence
as the long shadows grow.
I tell them how my life has changed
since they went away
and that I hope to see them again
when it is my time to go.
They don’t answer me
like they used to do,
still it is comforting
as the hours pass on their way.
Just sitting here chatting
like I used to do
late into the evening tide
as the long shadows grow.
17 October 2009
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/long-shadows-grow/