Anxieties of The Heart

The scent lingers,

Reminiscing good times;

The past stopped haunting,

The ghost of old memories

Left and forgotten.

The present shone like a beacon,

Happiness was almost deliberate,

But the Future looked bleak;

Lurking like a dark shadow,

Eerily quiet and cold,

That's probably the right feeling.

For if the Future was certain

Like the rising of the sun

Or the falling of the rain,

We'd rightfully take a stand

Not a thing to worry,

Or be trapped in a gaze that's blurry;

But it all can't be that easy,

This is Life!

Most things are as uncertain as the weather;

And once again I bask in temporary glory,

If anything, Life is still lives but not guaranteed;

Contrary to the passage of time.