Another life existed for me,
Beyond time's blurry realm,
Sun-bleached woven threads,
Snapshots of memory, fading,
So slowly fading, hurting even,
Coloured fragments out of focus,
Tattered tapestries of deeds,
Billowing in my mind, teasing,
Blowing free, crumbling away,
Discarded now, so rarely seen,
Old rags in dusty halls of thought,
Time marches unceasingly onward,
Mocking our lives, our loves,
So uncaring, making dust of us all,
I could weep for her, for us,
How we loved, shared, enjoyed,
Just a girl, really; only a girl,
We were so young; back then,
Another life existed for me.

©Paul Chafer 2014