A Poem about a woman recanting memories and feelings of love.
We’ve Met Before
We’ve met before; your eyes were just as piercing as they are now; searching attempting to look deep into my soul. I remember lying next to you; neither uttering a word, as our eyes seemed to converse for hours at a time.
I couldn’t mistake your gentle touch, nor could I forget the fragrance of your body, as we lay naked holding each other.
Then as now your laughter filled the room, just as I turned to hold you, only to find you not there.
I know we’ve met before…it hurt then just as it does now. I know that due to past experiences in both our lives we will never know the full extent of each other’s love
Yes… we’ve met before, your first name was different, but your last name is always love
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Reviews of "We've Met Before"
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on December 28, 2005
Memories keep us close and yet far apart this is well written.
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on December 26, 2005
Memories...what would we do without them. They shape us.
This poem and the following sentence snatched my heart. I can relate. "I know that due to past experiences in both our lives we will never know the full extent of each other’s love"
I wonder why there are so many hurting people in the world? Wonder what they did to deserve such pain and parting from the one that really matters.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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Ron
I wonder why there are so many hurting people in the world? Wonder what they did to deserve such pain and parting from the one that really matters.
Beautiful write. Thank you.