as we walked down the street
light shone down on your face
like a spotlight.
I felt a sense of nostalgia
from something I never thought would happen
so perhaps I'm dreaming?
We jumped the train tracks
and felt the air as it passed
it drew us in
and for the first time in ages
I felt alive.
It seemed so surreal
that I called it a ghost train
but it was there.
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Author:
eleanor martinson (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: November 6th, 2022 16:49
- Category: Friendship
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Comments1
a dip into memory's, vaulted
mementos of life
to unfurl and ink, poetry
gifting readers a bridge to their own
forgotten, yet treasured
landscape memories of youth
our once, thoughtless smiles
and effortless life choices..
(a great read, thanks for sharing)
That is a beautiful way of putting it, thank you
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