Not Often
I do not think of you that often
now that winter’s here.
You are there still in memory,
though a pale glimpse of sun droplets,
rolling off still leaves, peppering
shine and shade on tired river flow.
I do not think of you that often
now that cold is coming.
You are the forgotten photo,
that turns up from time to time,
bright under knick-knack drawer dust,
a fading smile just remembered .
I do not think of you that often
now summer’s gone.
But I still feel your lips
stroke mine in a heady almost kiss,
a pause that made me wonder then
and makes me wonder still.
Aching romantic memories are like a fine vintage port. Best enjoyed late at night with the logs aflame!
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And in delicious sips !……… Thank you Diana
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Lovely!
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Most kind Kunal.
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So incredibly poignant yet beautiful, Nige !
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Beautiful poetry Nigel which has so many layers. It is funny how things different things trigger different memories, sometimes of things which were long forgotten.
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Ah romantic….
How beautifully sad it is to move on with good memories!!
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‘Beautifully sad’ , I like that Shefali, thank you for your comment.
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