Early Mornings and You by April StaleIn 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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