He wants everything
to be new, for
life is now,
in the moment.
Talk of yesterday
irritates his mental state.
He seems to have no
memories, sour or sweet.
He pays attention,
observant, fixed and
focused on charm bracelet,
the sky, or her feet.
Notes, mementoes
seldom covered his table
for life is now,
living is the present.
No talk of tomorrow
nor discourse of history
for he might miss
the softness of her breath.
Who cares for yesterday
or sins that he had played,
excitement seems supreme,
he might make the same mistake today.
Recalling past life and loves
seems folly:
Notice the wind, the rain,
her walk, or her sway.
He wants every moment
to be new
so he may fall in love today
again, with her.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
He wants everything
to be new, for
life is now,
in the moment.
Talk of yesterday
irritates his mental state.
He seems to have no
memories, sour or sweet.
He pays attention,
observant, fixed and
focused on charm bracelet,
the sky, or her feet.
Notes, mementoes
seldom covered his table
for life is now,
living is the present.
No talk of tomorrow
nor discourse of history
for he might miss
the softness of her breath.
Who cares for yesterday
or sins that he had played,
excitement seems supreme,
he might make the same mistake today.
Recalling past life and loves
seems folly:
Notice the wind, the rain,
her walk, or her sway.
He wants every moment
to be new
so he may fall in love today
again, with her.
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