I tried to kiss a sleepy memory away
With someone who reminds me of you
I couldn’t let that empty aching feeling stay
When I can imagine us beginning anew
The ghost of our love in the windswept moonlight
Swirls around in the cold night air
A whisper says to me that this vision is alright
A dusting of snow weaved a glittery patina of a pair
It’s just a touch after the smile of the afterglow
The moon fights its way passed the clouds
The wind is twisting through the falling snow
This night we’re part of separate crowds
I gaze out between the dusty blinds
With a warm heart and a cold beer at the bar
Time travels on as the clock unwinds
But in my mind I don’t go very far
I can see the cold wind blowing
In the light of this whitewashed night
Just a kiss on my lips while it’s snowing
To turn all that’s wrong into right
How to heal my broken heart
Is a secret that’s between you and me
If we piece back together what fell apart
My snow angel, it’ll make me happy
If you don’t want to heal my broken heart
I can’t say that I’d blame you
My lips locked with someone who smiled at the start
Of this night when my dreams came true
Beautifully written…I really love your poem…and hopefully he will also ! Hugs and blessings!
Thank you. It’s not about anyone. Purely fictional.
You do have an expressive streak, Eva – came through well in this poem.
All good wishes,
Eric
Beautiful. It pulls at my heart!
Many thanks, Eric xo
Thank you, Celestine
Things always go better with a beer, or at least that is the theory, although beer and winter are always a heady combination asking for trouble.
I suppose. Which I believe was my point here. An avid people watcher at the bar, the poem was inspired by events that unfolded around me there. Yet, it is otherwise fictitious..
This is my new favorite from you! Fantastic work!
Thank you 💛