Default mode is quiet
Thoughtful. Often
mistsken for aloof.
But I’ve seen glimpses,
Crackle campfire flames,
wisdom behind frames.
Old soul remembering
Everything today forgot.
Intermittent expressions of
Vitality, torture, and love.
And today as she rests
I send a few texts
Fanning fiery memories.
I know she smiles when she reads
These casual truths: pretty ****
Show-stopping smile and eyes.
As time goes by,
Timing remains awry
But she’ll always
Reside in my mind.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
Default mode is quiet
Thoughtful. Often
mistsken for aloof.
But I’ve seen glimpses,
Crackle campfire flames,
wisdom behind frames.
Old soul remembering
Everything today forgot.
Intermittent expressions of
Vitality, torture, and love.
And today as she rests
I send a few texts
Fanning fiery memories.
I know she smiles when she reads
These casual truths: pretty ****
Show-stopping smile and eyes.
As time goes by,
Timing remains awry
But she’ll always
Reside in my mind.
Portland, OR @ MoMo's for Happy Hour. Well, actually this poem started at home, took a trip to the Apple store, then resolve itself over Miller High Life and my inconveniently placed charger.
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