French

Alan R

He speaks French

Turquoise water down that little trench

I got my gaze in, emotion deep

Would it really hurt, if I just peep?

He's the ink that keeps it blue 

Minds, yeah they sync to sink too

Memories carve through me like a gorge

I'd hate to see, a love being forged

Uncalled for sentiments, on this little park bench 

That day he spoke real, good French.

 

 

-Al

  • Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 8th, 2024 00:55
  • Category: Short story
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Comments2

  • Cassie58

    Sometimes it is better said in a language we don’t understand. Uncalled for sentiments can be painful. This is how your lines came across to me Alan.

  • Alan R

    Painful, if not reasoned with...
    Thanks alot for stopping by and reflecting upon this piece 🙂



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