Back in the Day
He almost always
never
Thinks of her these
days ..
At least not the way
he always
used to think of her
back in the day ..
All the time, that is
Or
should I now say was ..
But hey ..
For some obscure
reason
and quite out of the
blue
He remembered
how she liked her butter
melted
How she always
ran her fingers through
her hair
And get this ..
How she always
smelt, felt, looked and
tasted
But then, my friend,
that was back in the day …
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments11
I like this one Nev. Very well written. Faved
... thank you my friend n truly 🙂
Neville,
Your poem made me think of Mary Hopkin’s
“Those were the days
my friend…”
I enjoyed the read.
Thank you for sharing.
Laura🌻
thank you for reading & for the memory 🌻
Neville 🙂
Seems he thinks of her more often than he realizes. Must be love. Great write N. ; )
... thank you AP .. much appreciated and no kiddin .. N
Aww, I still remembers her (I would!).
Have I even met this lass?! heehee.
thanks Mr. O
.............. N 🙂
Reminiscences are the reward for having lived a fruitful younger life.
Melted butter and fingered hair. Two unique style statements like no-one else possesses.
.......................................... thanks DA .. much appreciated and truly ... N
Well written, Neville.
Still in love with them all as well.
Cheers Jerry ................... 🙂
The many things that pass through the mind about a past love tell how much that "back in the day " is much nearer the present than anyone thinks......... the feeling lives on whatever the time and you scribe it totally heart-tugging here my dear Nev...........x
Bless you Fay .. a much appreciated visit .. as always ....................... N x
Back in he day indeed, such wonderful thoughts, back in the day.
Andy
they were and truly .. thanks my golden friend ...
Memories - they come unbidden more often than not. Better if they are good 'uns, and these seem to be - with perhaps a sigh, Neville?
Nostalgia the word? If so the memories are worth the poem which I enjoyed.
Thank you, you old Dog you ...
'But hey ..
For some obscure
reason
and quite out of the
blue
He remembered
how she liked her butter
melted'..
love it when you utilise
your trademark conversational style and tone
then subtly weave-in
those hidden elements in your write
like the quite despair and frustration, in this
somewhat carefree
and unassumingly worded poem,
that's such a uniquely hard skill
you've developed and mastered, dear poet!
sometimes
it may truly be a blessing, when eventually
our memory: allows us, to let go and forget...
A brilliant write my friend
what a great way to start my week, thank you!
................................... Thank you so very much my fine literary friend & poet
(our senses, may be
the most loyal thing about us
how
even after memory, begins to forget
a smell, can have us swimming
in scenes, reliving
that which we thought was lost to us
forever...)
simply Brilliant Hyung
dripping with melancholic realism
such a relatable read
Bless you brother M ..
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