You are 17 laughing in the grocery store until you blink
Skating through the bends of time's ice skating rink
Your first boyfriend's number still haunts your phone
Not because you loved him but because he was home
And if true love knocked would you even answer?
Sometimes staring at the floor seems so much better
Because the floor has the pattern of your mother's old closet
That mason jar of coins and rusted over locket
To smell the salt that lingers in Summer air
Is to remember the first time you accepted a dare
It's not even that the past was all that much better
It's that the present feels fleeting so you'd rather remember
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have no control over the passage of time and it\\\'s hard for me to cope
- Category: Reflection
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Well written, I like it Dori. You are right, the presence is always fleeting since it exists only for a quick moment. So I guess remember is what we do best.
Those memories do stay with us Dori but the present leads us into our future.
Andy
'Your first boyfriend's number still haunts your phone
Not because you loved him but because he was home
And if true love knocked would you even answer?
Sometimes staring at the floor seems so much better'..
wow! well this is a rare and special delicacy you've chosen to share,
words of vulnerable relatability: wrapped within majesty of poetry's unmistakable eloquence and rhythmic elegance...!
that's some talent you're flexing dear poet,
and I'll boldly guess you aren't even in 3rd gear yet,
thank you!
Great rhyming and flow ! 🙂 good poem , enjoyed reading
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