Remember those sunny days,
you ran without any shoes?
 
flowers in bloom,
purple and blue,
you’d always remind me too.
 
We’d lie in the thick of the grass,
imagine a story of a time yet to pass.
 
Talking lips eventually turning to caressing hips...
 
and so, and so...
 
We were pretty then,
when we danced, and you would twirl.
 
my spirit,
my soul, was full.
 
while my stomach would ache
and constantly curl.
 
You were sweet when you’d say:
“I will love you each and every day”
 
Yet,
Somehow,
I’m older now,
and It’s not what I thought it would be.
 
we dreamed,
and so it seems
time
was forced to flee...
before us.
 
remember us,
 
I remember us...

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D. Thurmond   aka  JEF (James Everett Falcon)
almost 3 years

This poem flows well and given the intention I understand the abruptness, change in flow, of the last three lines. "A visit to the graveyard" is a heartfelt visit that most take from time to time, so, it me back to younger days too. --- Thanks for the reminder and the visions.

CHER' JEAN
CHER' JEAN
over 2 years

Thank you so much for the kind words and feedback

Vic
almost 3 years

Aaah! Remembrance, always a double-edged sword! It brings joy and sorrow, happy and sad, the highs and the lows!

Sad, but beautiful poem!

CHER' JEAN
CHER' JEAN
almost 3 years

Thank you so much :)

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