I will always be a reminder
if you glance
my eyes can speak of truth,
that memory,
the time,
an hour of my life,
became your world,
though I couldn’t finish the thought.
~
I was distracted then,
as I try tonight, today,
yesterday, hours ago,
in a month when a certain
sight, song, stance
a posture will bring you
square standing
solid with eyes I cry.
~
It is just that,
we both could realize,
how only a surreal visual
could offer a tear,
not simple to suggest,
we are not crying,
we will always cherish
a splendid time in life.
~
I know I will, only when …
Leave a reply to thom amundsen Cancel reply