That was one of the things
you left behind.
That memory
of the first kiss.
It came quite suddenly
like an Autumn shower
or like a secret
no one knew
just that kiss
between me and you.
Now I can rerun it
like an old movie
in black and white
and try and captured
the emotions then
and how it felt
and why.
But you are dead now
and gone before your time
as the saying goes
and of all my memories
that would be the one
I'd choose
of all of those.
I remember the moonlight
and the stars in the sky
and the others nearby
singing Christmas songs
or carols as they're called
and their voices
carried on the wind
and you and I
hugging and kissing
and never
having sinned.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
That was one of the things
you left behind.
That memory
of the first kiss.
It came quite suddenly
like an Autumn shower
or like a secret
no one knew
just that kiss
between me and you.
Now I can rerun it
like an old movie
in black and white
and try and captured
the emotions then
and how it felt
and why.
But you are dead now
and gone before your time
as the saying goes
and of all my memories
that would be the one
I'd choose
of all of those.
I remember the moonlight
and the stars in the sky
and the others nearby
singing Christmas songs
or carols as they're called
and their voices
carried on the wind
and you and I
hugging and kissing
and never
having sinned.
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