Words written before vivacity was acknowledged
Connected decades later, too far, too distant
Melodies that speak of misfortunes that burdens with your acquaintance
A meeting that resides only by imagination,
You’re gone.
Intentions of compositions drown senses recorded long ago,
There’s no chance of recovery
Souls without limitation, yet specifically ceased
Departed to soon distancing unity, leaving intellect in dire straights
For those who yearn too much
Those who grieved for and coveted bones of the dead
That in no way are to be held
You’re gone.
This is a prompt from Robert Lee Brewer from Writer’s Digest, 2016 April PAD Challenge.