Remember Once

There was this book-bag


seemed to hold a truth


some passionate memory


like a one


I could be there I


felt you near me


wanting only your love


and your shared eyes


ours together


we could cry and still


know the truth

~

My path is my own


I am happy to share as long


as you wish to know me


© Thom Amundsen 7/2021

Years Ago

We stood upon each other’s doorstep

Didn’t know why

Felt we should

The why, a how come, any reason

We searched each other’s to find

That answer why.

~

Now is today

Our august hours

Yet still doorsteps exist

We choose to wonder

Just shy of asking why

I want to step over

And you your eyes

Speak to my heart, my soul

I would rather cry out

So you might

Know

Exactly why

Is love.