I sit here reading the letter <br />as my tears smudge the ink. <br />I can’t hold them back <br />no more than I could <br />hold back the years. <br />The words say you have left me <br />that you’ve moved out today. <br />That you won’t be coming back <br />no matter what I say. <br /> <br />I sit with my head bowed <br />remembering good time we had. <br />Remembering the sorrow and sadness <br />that followed in the good times wake. <br />Remembering those precious moments, <br />we wanted to last forever, <br />but disappeared at the blink of an eye. <br />I can’t hold back the years <br />nor the tears I cry. <br /> <br />Tomorrow heralds a brand new day, <br />a brand new start some would say. <br />When we should erase yesterdays <br />and start a new life, <br />but it isn’t that easy, <br />as we need our yesterdays <br />to build that new day. <br />If we haven’t got them, <br />what will happen is hard to say. <br /> <br />As I sit here and read your letter <br />my tears still fall, <br />and I can’t hold back the years <br />no more than I can hold back the tears <br />for our lost yesterdays. <br /> <br />4 April 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-t-hold-back-the-years/
