Poetry: York
The chill breeze of
May at the beach
was scarcely warmed
by the dull gray sun.
How your hair danced
jovially around your face!
How sweet was your kiss
as we embraced at York.
The beach is barren
in April on my page
memories bring back
the love that raged.
No more do voice sing
within our hearts at York
and a page of scribbled
lines change the memory.
This is beautiful, and the way you write makes me feel cold and lonely – viscerally. I think, what I like most, is how simply you have written this. To me, it shows that you are really coming to grips with a lost love and your feelings.
Yes, you are spot on. I certainly don’t want you to feel cold and lonely though, lol.
Ooooooooooh it’s COOOOOOOLD AND LONELY in the deeeep daaark niiiiiighhhht (oh yeah, a little Meatloaf!) hehehehe
haha! I love that song.
Beautiful nostalgia.
Thanks very much Yasmine!
Welcome Robbie !