Oncoming

On comes the path ahead,

A new day,

Thoughts spiralling,

The time to come.

Sitting on a bench,

Thinking about it all.

Thinking, living,

Better than before,

But feeling only a part,

Waiting and wondering.

What happened to it all,

Where did it go?

What happened to get here.

What next?

In the oncoming.

In the place I find myself.

Sitting, waiting, wondering.

Of all the things gone past.

Of all the times gone,

Flown, out of my grasp.

Leaving nothing left.

But memories.

Memories, but with empty substance.

Gone at a chance.

Left without.

I sit here,

Left on a bench.

Wondering and waiting.

Only left is the oncoming.