I was walking down a street in downtown Atlanta tonight and the poem below came to me. I'm not saying it's good. I just need a title. Help me out and give me suggestions, please?
UNTITLED POEM
While I walked down the twilit street
Our song played poignant in my ear.
I felt you reach to hold my hand
Just like we did that yesteryear.
You walked with me in rhythmic step
Invisible but clearly there,
And wound your fingers close in mine
And laid a kiss upon my hair.
The past still held me as the tune
Stepped back to give another song
Its voice. But as the notes began
I felt the wind caress my palm.
The Gossamer Caress
ReplyDeleteOooh. That's nice. You write or something, don't you?
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