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red hair
by Travis G FinborgThere was a decade when all I wanted
didnt want me
she was always a thousand miles
and a few dreams away
Now we dont talk much
she loves a convict
and is headed to hawaii
aloha
was a time when that news would devastate
now I think of red hair
I like the moments when I know
no one knows where I am
on a bus at night
not a soul aware of my where
dark streets and shallow doorways
I cant think of anything
but a red haired girl
i held close once
she definitely doesnt know where I am
09/03/2010 Posted on 09/03/2010
Copyright © 2024 Travis G Finborg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 09/03/10 at 11:30 PM Like the line "...not a soul aware of my where..." and the concept of it - kinda lonely, kinda free... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/04/10 at 08:07 PM I especially like Stanza 3 and this line - "not a soul aware of my where". You might consider the poem without the last line. |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 09/05/10 at 07:09 PM mm. i remember that sort of feeling. superbly captured, sir. melancholy, but beautiful. :) |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 10/20/10 at 05:13 AM Wow again |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/30/17 at 12:41 AM For me it has been something like 50 years and 3000 thousand miles away and I know she never felt about me as I did about her. And we still exchange the occasional emails. Both have been married and still are. It falls under the condition 'part of life. Just as it is. |
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