Winds of change

Winds bring change
tides
come in
waves crash to the shore—
all those things lost—
found
resurrected—
given new life
if only that simple
loves lost–
letters bundled
faded red roses
pressed between an old phone book
washed away
the pain of the words that should never
have been said
actions that should have been contained
cheap shallow words
things
washed
time—
can never be retrieved
a moment passed lost forever—
time never what you want it to be
what you thought it to be—
tide washes in
things
meaningless—
an old pair of shoes
a weather beaten log—
things washed in with the tide
with the winds of change
bring change