By The Hillside…

Dance and enjoy, Laugh as you will,
Get moments caught on camera,
Cuz when you return to the lonely hill,
Where no soul resides, no Jack no Jill.
Laughter there is bleak and memories rife,
There it is where you walk your true self,
There, where yearning is your stride.
Your aching heart walks you by,
The merriment becoming a distant noise.
There it is where you miss them most,
There, where they come alive.