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Early Mornings and You

by April Stale

In the early hours of April 18th
I traveled to you
or you to me
or we did to each other

Not sure where we were
But I got to tell you
The eleven word sentence
That consumes my mind
When I think of you

Not being
with you
is the
biggest mistake
of my life

A moment of clarity
In a world of fog

I don’t know how you felt
There wasn’t much time
But I hope we meet again soon
I’ll be at our spot

Summer
The sun was blinding
I didn’t know the significance of that day
The most important days are like that
Unknown
In disguise

06/22/2017

Posted on 06/22/2017
Copyright © 2024 April Stale

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/29/17 at 05:07 AM

Brilliant piece of work, April. Glad I had a chance to read it.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/01/17 at 10:24 AM

I like the way this poem feels and thinks and speaks and the characters therein involved.

Posted by Richard Vince on 11/18/17 at 10:03 PM

"The most important days are like that / Unknown / In disguise" - so very very true. Achingly lovely.

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