The heat of a sultry summers’ day

and the news wasn’t good,

you were going away.


Vow’s made down by the lover’s brook

are just trickling memories

of the love that you took.


A heart that once was full of life

is now just a shell

on the edge of a knife.


A vignette, closing in on a world,

as into the abyss

my mind was hurled.


Dreams and goals, we shared as a bond,

are creeping away

as a thief, to abscond.


The feelings; the love of life we shared,

the togetherness, the passion

so beyond compare.


All drifting by on the hands of time

and forever out of reach;

no longer mine.


I reach out to you a last trembling hand

but you slip through my fingers,

like silken, soft sand.


I have nought but a memory as a parting gift,

and pride that at one time,

your heart, I could lift.


Your image will live for many years to come,

as we finally reach the end

and all is said and done.




Written by Darren Scanlon, 11thJune 2014

Revised by Darren Scanlon, 16th September 2016.

©2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.


4 Comments Add yours

  1. Thanks Sue, you to. Keep Smiling 😊


  2. Your poetry touches hearts that I am sure have shared these feelings from your wonderful imagination..
    Blessings Darren.. Enjoy your week.. Sue

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  3. joylennick says:

    Another sad poem.Trust it was about someone else, Darren. You deserve much happiness.


    1. Yeah, Joy. Twas about some poor soul inside my fertile imagination. Thanks for your kind words 😊


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