Feather soft rain drops
Against a stark September night
Your memory stashed somewhere
I fiddle with the present...
Smile,nod,take a sip in between
And the damn song plays
''Wish you were here''
There I go again
walking over jagged edges
doing the old tightrope
But not tonight
No tiptoeing out of old memories
For tonight..a blank slate
For tonight.... let me dance...
6 comments:
Lovely words... :)
Thank u fr always believing that I could write... :)
Memories soft and subtle have found a beautiful expression....
Feelings aptly captured.
@ Amy...your comment is mre poetic thn my poem ;)
@ Sabby....really? :)
Thnks!
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