Moving

The mist holds memories
Heavy with the rue of the day
As if my fingers could reach and touch
A yesterday

I move from here, we move from here
Others handle heavy stuff
But precious memories, I will carry
And that will be enough

I do not wish to stay.
That's not my last thought, here.
I pack away my moments
And wonder on what's there

[Jae]

I love the pic and words - quite introspective ;)

[jackie edwards]

sorry but I want to cry...

[deb]

Great pic and words, what morning looks like here

[Linda Plummer]

How moving and sad.

[Annie D]

great words Kevin - I am like @jackies365 brings tears

[Krista Marson]

this image is your best work to date in my opinion.

[Call me Joe]

Very impressive as always!