Passing through town, I stopped
and wandered around. Sat on the bench
where we loved and carved our names.
Fingered the grooves that spelled
out a song. Tracing and longing,
where did we go wrong?
It was brittle, sharp edges
and hard. Succumbed to erosion
and fully scarred.
Reminiscing among the
dampness, left me cold.
Shivering, remembering...disturbed by
the lies we told.
Jumped to my feet and quickly ran,
like I did yrs ago,
when you gave me your hand.
Janet Caldwell
Mar. 17, 2010
peace be with you
William
I Always Said If I Had Go Back Do It All Over Again--I'd Choose My Women More Wisely,i.e. Truly (God) Would Still Have Intervened In Heart Ache Break...
TRASK...
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
in Christs Love
Michelle~
Awesome job.
John
fee
Life of reflection and wondering "what ifs" the changes that may have been.
CJ
A youthfuil moment of boredom...we've all been there. Except , with regret, we never met as 10 yr old lovers.
Miller