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nephilim56

Footfalls on
The dusty boards
In dereliction
Cobwebs hang
Each room a
Dying fantasy
Peeling paper
Voices sang.

A whisper that
Never echoes
Caught in a dream
That never finds
A longing
In reality
Like trees
We never climbed.

The lost coin
That we find
In an old coat
Locked away
The school friend
We remember
Whose name 
Has slipped away.

 

 

  • Author: nephilim56 (Online Online)
  • Published: February 24th, 2025 04:55
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 25
  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, RSM0812
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  • sorenbarrett

    Oh this is lovely, it is haunting and nostalgic. It has such a feel to it that has no word a longing and a sadness. If I were to go to another language I would say Saudade fits best. A word that has no direct translation. But it seems to fit better than any other. A definite fave

    • nephilim56

      very kind of you, thanks

    • RSM0812

      Great write. We all can empathize with familiar memories like this. I really liked this piece. Thanks.

      • nephilim56

        thanking you



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