Echoes

"Echoes"

I can see tomorrow

And I reach for it with outstretched hands

Trying to ignore the memories of yesterday

The ones that call me back to what once was

It is those quiet whispers of happiness and torment

That are so hard to let go of

I can’t stop hearing the “I love you” untruths

Or remembering the touch of her skin

I struggle

Hoping

Somewhere deep down

That this is all a dream

And not just the echoes of experience

But I know better

And prepare myself

To stand against the darkness that still

A thousand last nights later

gathers around my heart

I can still hear her laughing as we drink wine

Barefoot in the front yard

Until the sun was no more

And the rain beat against our skin

And I smile

I will take that

And erase the rest

So that I can find myself

And my new forever

Robert Lloyd

13 October 2016

The Painters

"The Painters"

My canvass

My Life

Each day it is splattered with bits of me and you

And each night it is white washed

In preparation for the new day

Thank god for memories

If I slip

The stroke is ugly and harsh

If you smile

I am Monet

Some say that the masterpiece

The one my life paints daily

It is you

But truth knows better

My imagination is dry

It is your vision that drives my brush

You are the painter

And I the oils

Deep reds

Sky blues

All waiting for your touch

Each day it is splattered with bits of me and you

My Life

Is your canvass

Robert Lloyd

12 September 2011

Bowl

"Bowl"

Trapped

Circles

No sleep

No Eyelids

Enduring the never ending day

Waiting for steak to fall from the sky

I travel miles

Yet go nowhere

I drink

Without breathing

I am golden

But I tell you

Something seems fishy about my life

Robert Lloyd

16 November 2011