Rainy day

myself and me

It was a rainy day
sheltered inside a bookstore
holding the same book in our hands
we exchanged our first smile while stepping out

 

It was a sunny day
we run into each other in a park
like old friends
long time no seen
we discussed the characters in the book

 

It was a cloudy day
we sit in a cafe
tasted the bitter end of the story in the book

 

It was a snow day
we held each other in front of the fireplace
the burning fire witnessed our own love story

 

It is another rainy day
the books on the shelf
covered by dust
sitting in the loverseat
trying to--forget you
...

  • Author: myself and me (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 13th, 2022 20:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Bobby O.
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Comments4

  • Neville

    I like the way you have linked each stanza and which additionally helped the story you tell flow smoothly .. and whilst the ending was not unexpected, it being a poem and all, it rounded the whole thing of perfectly in my book .. most enjoyable m&m .......... Neville

    • myself and me

      I am flattered. Thanks. Your comments make my day. MM

    • Goldfinch60

      Reading can have this profound effect on us all mandm.

      Andy

      • myself and me

        Maybe that is the reason keeps us writing. Thanks.

      • L. B. Mek

        I second everything Neville said
        especially liked the pacing
        incorporating a narrative thread
        to an emotive love poem,
        impressively executed
        thanks for sharing, dear poet

        • myself and me

          Both of you are very kind. Thank you very much for the encouraging comment. MM

        • Bobby O

          The progression adds a knowing frame and the weather, well who doesn’t talk about the weather but this time instead of it being default chit chat it definitely defines my favorite word, these words of climate now trace important events ,, a true juxtaposition as former syllables of discard now chronicle events of import. That was freakin clever and planning that deserves much credito. Nice

          • myself and me

            My, Oh my. Your comment just makes the "Rainy day" full of sunshine. Thanks. MM

            • Bobby O

              DIG DAT!!



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