In the shadows of yesterday

I recall some
but definitely not all
there was a lot you know
and a lot more that I don’t.

that’s the way of things
supposing remembering brings
if only for a brief moment in time
would it make me happier?

Sometimes it’s better to forget
regret only carries with it sorrow
maybe tomorrow when the page is turned
I will have learned more.

and now I see arrows forming in clouds
bowman with harp strings
strident and loud
is it me they are looking for, playing for, wanting more?

I try to recall then the short spans of those dead men
bridging my sighs with short ragged breaths
everyone dies
but for some it takes an
awful long time.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.