We all know that look that

Tells you,

Pleads with you to feel

What was once so clear. 

It rises quickly, suddenly 

And stabs like an icicle in the heart.

You are forced to feel, think and

Go back to the start.

Only until the icicle melts away,

The start of something old, something

Not so new which doesn’t

Even fit together anymore.

Old friends simmer out like

The heat of long gone summer days,

Continually searching through

The haze of inhaled fumes;

Stumbling in to each other’s rooms.

No regrets, just love we sang -

Holding hands, unaware our song

Wouldn’t live forever.

If I ever want to see your faces,

I’d walk back miles in time to

Our sepia toned smiles.

But I can’t see your faces now.

There was a fork in the road, at which

We went separate ways;

Myself to my dreams and my 

Happiness.

So darlings, don’t ever guilt trip me.

I’m exactly where I was always

Searching, scraping to be.

- by Charlotte Owen, January 2012