How Many Times

Posted: November 18, 2014 in Poetry
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When watered down skies

revealed shadows

I never wanted to leave

I just didn’t know.

How many times

I wondered why I became

that fortunate soul

held in your arms

and even then

you gave me everything


knowing I might not return …


I miss your touch

skipping school,

our lunch

our hungry passion

driving our desire

while hours might stop

we traveled

oh my

we traveled in time.


How today in the quiet,

when measured lives

become just a memory,

we are told to let go

and keep dreaming.

Yet so often I lose

you in the waking sun.

  1. directorb says:

    Great post!


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