I try to remember the days we spent together.
Images of that time even then were dark.
Stored for the posterity or to remember when departed.
Beyond the horizon, we all must cross without exceptions.
Now, in my declining days of winter, in vain I try to recall,
Those special moments, tender touches, smiles and laughers.
That was supposed to have been the Way We Were, but weren't.
Irony of life-Heart wishes, bygone life was such, I could remember
Full of sublime love, passion and fulfilled marriage vows and
Remembering them, I could sing that song, The Way We Were.
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Author Notes
Listening to Barbara Streisand's Song, 'The Way We Were', the poet tries to remember bygone days spent in a relationship. Finds there was nothing in it to recall the days, The way We Were.
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