Lost

I stand here and struggle

With thoughts that juggle

In my mind for long

It’s like a slow song.

A song that goes on

Which has no stop

No meaning, no rhyme

Just memories sublime.

But now, the empty frame hangs around.

The moments I thought I had bound

Today, I found, were suddenly all gone

Washed by the tide of time and storm.

What I thought was evergreen

Today is not.

And what I live today,

Of that, there are no photos shot.