Sealed Yesterday

As I sit alone

With the warm sun on my back

I realize something’s missing

A part of me which lacks.

Could it be the trees,

Reaching for the sky?

Or could it be the children,

Walking home, who pass me by?

Perhaps, I miss the birds,

Chirping sweetly above my head?

All I feel is restlessness

A part of me is dead.

I know now what it is.

Now I realize what is wrong.

It’s the feeling, they call solitude,

All the memories are gone.

Of course I know,

That as I grow,

I have to make my way,

I must plot a different course,

To go by everyday.

I always thought for us

Would be round,

Just like the moon

But you see,

I am not ready,

For it all to end so soon.

I miss those happy laughter,

Floating on the wind.

I miss the many secrets,

That circulate within.