A tune spun out of memory
Of a forgotten love buried
from fear that it may
come about,
like it did this evening
the clocks turned full circle
as we spotted each other
across that very street
where we were lovers
now i hold the hand
of the one we called our own
In that instant, when our eyes met
eternity was lost
promises drifted cold
as the signal held us across
lines showed up like memories of war
until she played our autumn song
warm tears slipped by
just like you and I
walking past the green light
she pulled me ahead in delight
as you tried to reach out in vain
our little girl you’d left behind.
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Start of the Bleak Season, eh?
//now i hold the hand
//of the one we called our own
All that was left at this point for the reader,
Or me for that matter
Was to just guess whether
That “one” was a son or a daughter 😛
– Serendipity
Yes, I am *that* lame.
See I am glad you could follow a story! 🙂 ‘cos it was a first for me writing one into a poem.
Tc. Love
🙂