Monday, 31 March 2014

The last (for the moment anyway) archival elements of the year.

Just another frosty night
Watching the firelight
Windows steamed up with the cold
The bottle almost empty
Just one among many
A time to be brave, to be bold
She sat close beside him
Confessing, confiding,
Does she remember? Or is her memory on hold?

She said she was lonely
Should he have phoned her?
 Crossing an ocean, of roses and wine
Together in her kitchen
Past and present eclipsing
Holding her hand, holding time
Anxious for healing
Whispering their feelings
Does she remember? Does it ever cross her mind?

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