THE PATH DIVERTED

In the sunlight of the late evening

I return, once again, through the old path;

but you are not there waiting,

and I am not coming home.

You are dead, and home is lost,

and the door opens to a tomb of days

gone since that night when it all

ended; the path diverted.

In the light of the summer night

the past lives beside the pale today;

beside but beyond a thin shroud

stronger than any wall of this crypt of mine.

Here I linger, a breathing ghost,

a spectre lost in time and space.

Here I remember, here I yearn

for what was on those uncherished years.

28.06.2019