All afternoon
we stayed
on the beach
to enjoy those
salty kisses.
Taking home
driftwood
to my wall.
Your eyes,
your breath,
my salty missus,
who......
this hole, which
was my heart,
still misses.
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dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: January 15th, 2021 01:09
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Good write dusk.
Yes - memories. When you've had some life history, memories tend to well up (do for me anyway) - hopefully happy, but occasionally those like yours, tinged with sadness - I got that very easily. - thanks.
Dave
a wonderful depiction of reminisced love
Delightful shape poem
Oh the pathos in your every line D.A. which highlights the loss of a special someone who has left a heart truly holed. Letting memories soothe the missing is the message I see in these lines today.
Tears, the only companion to the hole where the heart used to be.
Truly emotional
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