How easy to pretend,
And all that jazz,
Missing him,
It's easy to recall,
Paintings on the wall,
Music in my soul,
I can hear the tinkle of your wine glass,
Fool me,
Fool yourself,
Fool each other,
All of the awakenings,
Become one.
Trinkets from each love.
Our eyes meet,
Across the crowded room.
As the dance continues...
This is really a well penned poem Nicola. I really enjoyed every line because it seemed to fall together in place like a puzzle being solved. Thanks for sharing.
Nicola Beckett
Wed 22nd Feb 2017 16:16
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Love the open ended finale so to speak. I can see this was bound to come out. Bitter-sweet Nostalgia.
Most of all I like the melancholic tone.
I can relate to this.
Raj
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Nicola Beckett
Mon 27th Feb 2017 19:48
Thanks Juan and raj, entwining lives xx