Watching, Listening

Watching,
Listening to the wind 
Wind thru
The holes in my heart 
Left by the likes
Of you. 

No more
To be the same 
Never more, never more
I tell you 
As the melancholy wind 
Blows thru. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Seldom Do I See

Seldom do I see the likes of you
heading down the same path
as me.

We talk and laugh, pass the time of day
never once thinking what has happened
yesterday.

This moment is all we have
Never looking forward to what may come
in future days.

Then I’ll smile, you’ll laugh as we part
no longer sharing the same path
on our separate ways.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019