Now and Then

 I am waking amongst ruins, 

debris of the falling,

fragments fully torn off

to a place far away,

lost with in the self unknown. 

Weak in the knees I know

I can't walk this path by my self

the winds over my head tell, 

whispers left only to broken hearts 

if together will ever be us again,

Thinking about the days

painted in peels of petals and baskets of kisses, 

and then now, 

my grayscale night, 

where the moon may never rise

day by day I live on to a hope, 

that maybe some day, 

I'll come to find that old self and may be someday 

May be someday 

I'll come to learn that, 

"a scath is not some thing that disappears,

but something we learn wake up, 

ang and to go to bed, 

something to live along with, 

that only time may ever heal!