Mar 2020
We used,
We used to
talk,
walk,
and cry...
together
speak the words
of wisdom
as we spent
a lifetime
maybe...
...forever
I dream,
I dreamt
...our first time...
such
a
firm
handshake
...like leather
but
you're gone
now
as
you passed
away...
...to warmer weather
We used to
talk,
walk,
and cry...
together
speak the words
of wisdom
as we spent
a lifetime
maybe...
...forever
I dream,
I dreamt
...our first time...
such
a
firm
handshake
...like leather
but
you're gone
now
as
you passed
away...
...to warmer weather
This poem is built around several hidden meanings and always gets me teared up. I don't think I will ever or ever be able to explain this poem to anyone. I hope you find the meaning in it that you are looking for though, and find some measure of solace.
