Beginnings of an End

Beginnings of an End

Sorrow at the days I’ve walked by
I find myself missing those of whom
Are slowly being erased from my memory
Just to prove to me, that the past is past
And I am past that last.

The pain I feel as I wash away their faces
Of those of whom I knew, soon to not,
Is bearable, but terrible, I cannot stand it
I want to shout, but nobody would hear
They are all down there in the drain
To busy being swept away by my rain.

5/16/21 – Andy McRae