Our Time by Chris Lloyd

 

Time Not On My Side

Precious days, months, years
erode and nibble
time away all too fast,
casting memories aside
to lie in fragments
deep in my brain
gradually fading away.

Time On My Side

Now in my seventh decade
those fragments have awoken
when I assumed they were gone.
the arguments we had,
silly jokes I told,
me winning at scrabble
(every time) well
dancing, singing, working;
tiny details of our life
spewing forth in clear view
and I remember us as we were.

I still don’t know where the car is,
I still can’t find the house keys.

I’m sure, if you were here,
you would know but
time wasn’t on your side.

©Christopher Lloyd

Memories

…… afterwards we didn’t meet again
though I still dream of you,
remember every inch of you,
revel at your energy and zest,
the way we were as one
the iron bond we shared

life partners, no one else mattered
now simply one
only dreams,
memories
of our days walking, chasing sticks
but mistily, my eyes can see you
my ears can hear you
i visit you at the bottom of the garden
where you lie,
my beautiful boy

©Christopher Lloyd