It is true for far too long
Our breathless dreams we let
Drag their tired feet
Down others’ one-way street
But now that you are here
I feel your presence everywhere
And thoughts of shared tomorrows
Lip-lock and make us stare
At crosses on the calendar
Marking memories once ignored
Of moth-eaten lost summers
In rusty trunks, now restored.
A hauntingly poignant and moving piece.
Thank you very much,Louis.
Awesome poem! Poignant!
Thank you very much,dear Vatsala.