Poem: Can’t Stop Thinking of the Past

I walk through days that feel the same,
Each moment whispering your name.
Though time, insists I move at last,
I can’t stop thinking of the past.

The way the sunlight touched your face,
The laughter in that sacred place,
The way the world felt wide and true —
Before it slipped away from view.

Old songs still play, and with each note,
A thousand memories gently float.
They pull me back, I close my eyes,
And fall through years like breaking skies.

I’ve tried to live, to let it go,
To plant new seeds, to let love grow.
But shadows stretch, and echoes last —
I can’t stop thinking of the past.

Not every tear is born from pain,
Some fall like soft, remembering rain.
For in that time, I truly was —
Before the silence, we once were.

So here I sit, not lost, but caught,
In all the golden days you brought.
The future waits, both bright and vast —
But I can’t stop thinking of the past.

Thank-you for reading.

Many blessings to all.

Much love and light,

Brenda Marie