SLIPPING AWAY

SLIPPING AWAY

All the pain is slipping away
as I rebuild a shattered life,
concentrating on the future -
not the past when I was a wife.

It has taken so many years
of trying to understand
that what we had is over;
it wasn't what we'd planned.

A simple wreath laid today
brought me the final blow,
for I must keep on living
although how I do not know.

Still the past is slipping away;
the sun is setting in the West,
loving you becomes a memory -
and I must forget the rest.

Countrymom
11/15/05

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