I know it's crazy
but she was the first one that I saw
in oh so long
I almost fell right there on the spot
wanted to ask her
to touch me
had to fight to hold back my hands
from reaching out
to stroke her skin
I knew
what I'd feel
like she had an aura
and I had an aura
as though
we were meant to come together
but I ...
.
.
.
.
I wonder what she's doing now
if she felt the thing
that I did
I never asked her
never spoke
I never saw her again
but I think about that feeling
and wonder
I work my way to nighttime
and I wonder
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The Book of Evenings.
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"I work my way to nighttime and I wonder." Very nice.
Thank you TMP. Pleased you enjoyed the piece. So much time spent wondering about what might have been.
Are we back in Emiles?
Ha! Well, similar, for sure.
Frank,
In retrospect, perhaps the opportunity should’ve been seized. Now we’ll never know. Hindsight is 20/20...so they say!
A fine write my friend!
~Laura~
Yes the business of opportunities lost is such a feature of our lives isn't it?
There is a sequel to the piece, but not in this collection.
Yes, it is!!
Looking forward to the sequel!
Thank you.
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