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Remembrance of yesterday
As if a part of me is dying
And all the memories with it
I find Myself gazing out the window a lot these days
Watching the leaves play
Crows say hey
They remain a friendly reminder to me
That every day begins anew
And every second I die
My heart breaks when I write these words
So hard to let go, so far I’ve come
So little I know
Seems like nothing’s of importance to me now
Yet I can see the significance of all
In other words
I’m dying, I’m dying a death that seems to sweep
All at it’s feet, with nothing to keep
I sit here alone and hold
Myself in deep embrace
As I grow old and write stories yet untold

Ian Altosaar

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