Open Poetry #47 |
love past and present |
faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
the memory of him standing in our front yard handsome as a man can be suitcase in one hand is as clear as though it happened yesterday instead of thirty long years ago but where is he now jim from connecticut who charmed me with his smile at the tender age of eight years old i know not where but should i care it's not important anyway and where is the freckled faced neighborhood kid who held my sweaty hand at the ritz theatre never knowing it was my very first experience of it's kind i know not if he's still in our hometown i do not care it's not important anymore and oh there was that first sweet innocent kiss from spencer's lips why he stole a million of them before he left without a word was my heart ever broken until then oh, how i cried it's not important anymore i have known loads of men who have dropped out of sight shutting me out and some i have done the same thing to but this one here beside me keeps me out for his own reasons and yet he still stays is the fact that he is still here prove anything in the end who needs proof that anyone cares i say i don't care it is not important anymore There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
This really made me think about how people drift in and out of our lives and come to think of it you are right its not important anymore. Lori |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
Thanks, Lori. I always enjoy what you have to say. There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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