As the sun rose I’m left with traces of you
Glimmers of my past, a sweet taste of love long since changed by time.
My heart takes me to that place where we used to meet, thorns not thickets and petals soft as silk.
We were just children then
I remember the taste of your cherry gloss kisses
And my boyish smile , so brave so bold.
Nights of house and let’s pretend
So many what ifs
Now all grown with family’s of our own
Time has changed it all, except one small place in my heart where the roses always grow.
This is so lovely! I adore this stanza:
“Time has changed it all, except one small place in my heart where the roses always grow.”
Thank you. I’m honored you like. Your writing is brilliant! so again many thanks.
Benjamin
Thank you Benjamin! What a fabulous compliment!
Phenomenal Benjamin!! I adored this — in many ways ~ sensitive and wonderful. Love the ‘flashbacks’ ~ ”cherry gloss kisses and games of ‘pretend’ — last line ~ ‘a place in my heart where the roses always grow’ ~ touching as can be. Thank you for this brilliant share today ~ x RL
Thank you, every word is as real as the day is long. An old friend found me and reminded me of the past. She was my “crush” from like the 3rd grade all the way through high school. One of those things that never really lined up, ships at night.
Beautiful ~ truly — what poetry should be made of…
Young love indeed…
Beautiful!
i am behind you… it seems following your tracks in the wet grass… your words are beautifully tender and sweet, a longing a deeply know of, a pain that never heals… a story to tell that is never spoken. yes, i know…