Autumn Song   4 comments

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.


Posted November 8, 2012 by Deepti G Gujar in Blogroll

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  1. Pingback: Autumn Song « Our Eternal Consciousness

  2. 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.

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