The road behind was filled with loss, tragedy and pain

Michael didn't know what to do. He missed her, his Sara. He wanted ger to listen to him, to talk to him. He wanted her to come home. He had made the first step, delivered an olive branch. She was here, in her home town. She was present...Only she was not. Somehow, she seemed lost in the past, in her own history. When she lost her sister, and then her brother, all those years ago, she had become absent. She disappeared to some different, dark place where Michael couldn't find her.   But he was trying. He missed her, his Sara.

Before the day begins, before the sun rises above the horizon to shine light on the new day, there is a quiet, and a peace to the night. Sometimes the wind blows only so slightly, and brings a faint scent of wood and morning flowers. The birds are mostly silent, as they huddle in the trees awaiting the first rays of warmth. An occasional rustle in the trees reminds me that I'm not alone. The residents of the forests have been to stir. 

The road behind was filled with loss, 

Tragedy and pain.

I spent my time with thoughts of love,

I was never to regain.

Ahead of me, the path stretched far,

As far as I could see,

I could not see through twists and turns,

The way that path would lead.

Instead I turned to look behind, 

At the road which I had crossed.

Which travelled on to another place,

That to me was forever lost.

The road I'd walked was long,

And I studied every turn,

But never looked ahead to see

The road I travelled on.