I see the ruins of yesterday
in a window, empty and cold.
I never wished for it to end,
but maybe it’s now over;

maybe it is time to move on.
I still don’t wish it to be so;
they were times of laughter
and happiness; times of another family.

But times must change.

Maybe I can salvage the meaning
of those times yet gone.
If it is time for change, then
maybe I can use those meanings

to build a future in my own world.
I must look forward and not
long for those days; they will
come again in newer ways.

But times must change.

© Blake Leitch June 20, 2012