Nothing left to Save

Traces of what used to be
are hidden from the truth,

spread upon fallow ground,
barren and parched.

Forgotten love and distant
dreams buried far below.

I will not dig up memories,
now festering sores.

A dead past lies to itself,
desiring redemption.

Thin wisps of hope linger on
after their use-by date.

Just say goodbye then walk away,
there is nothing left to save

Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA with her husband and two cats. She loves gardening and cooking. Her most recent credits are: Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore. *(a complete list of publications is available upon request) Read other articles by Ann Christine.