The old woman sat on a bench
Near a worn headstone
She held a single flower
And looked so forlorn
She gently placed the bloom
Onto the ground before her
And wiping away a tear
She softly said
“I still miss you, Dad.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – forlorn
You promised me the moon
And then you walked away…
Were words just that easy for you?
You threw them around like nothing mattered-
They were merely decorations
To color your world happy
And to hell with who they hurt along the way.
It got you what you wanted
And life just goes on
To bigger and better things for you.
I am left behind littered in your words,
Like scraps from a story
Not good enough to tell-
Only fragments of empty promises
Forgotten in yesterdays,
A forlorn memory…
