And with each dying breath
That settles on the breeze,
To dip its head beneath
The horizon that we see,
Our lives become a little fainter
A little thinner to the eye,
And all the things that meant so much
Fall to the ground
Like Autumn’s sigh,
To be replaced by a growth
Whose colours seem,
To weary eyes,
A little paler in their hue
A little less impactful,
And as we mourn
The loss of souls
Whose touch we feel as if it were our own,
We step ourselves,
A little closer,
To the hole they left
Behind.
chrisnelson61 
Relatable….Loved it.
Thank you – I’m pleased that this resonated with you.
Its so touching..
Thank you so much, I appreciate you reading and leaving your thoughts.
I am fascinated with tracing back the things that were once so important are replaced by other things…. We grow, change, morph… putting away one set of ideals for another… then, occasionally, looking back and it’s interesting (sometimes embarrassing) what once was SO important or all-consuming, now faded.
Great poem.
This is absolutely true, be it art, literature or, indeed, other people, and it is fascinating (and sometimes a little disturbing) to see what we have gained and what we have lost. Sometimes, and for no apparent reason, these moments come across us all – do they have a meaning? I’m not sure.
Thanks, Tara, for such an insightful response to this.
I sometimes look back because I gain further insight into myself. I delve into: why? WHY was __fill-in-the-blank__ so important to me at that time? Why is it no longer as important? What changed? Was it a good change? Am I a better person now? How can I help others from this lesson?
🙂
Of course, maybe I’m way off base with my thoughts vs your poem, too.
Maybe so, maybe not…point is my words stirred your thoughts (about which I’m delighted as that’s always what I hope to do).