Our affection was as real
As the snowdrops in May,
When you’d smile at me
In playgrounds paved with second chances,
You’d carve your heart into a tree
And sign my name so I could touch it,
Feel every curve and crevice
Beneath my fingertips.
Your hands would feel like a ghost
Slipping inside of me,
Fading before I could know you.
Once time stole us, I walked
Through the woods at dawn
And saw the flowers of summer
Wilting under the cold breath of autumn.
Author notes
A swift write.
A contest entry
- Love is a big illusion and Life is a smart confusion by Purush.
550 points, ended February 27, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
All comments and criticisms welcomed
Comments
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wish you all the best
oh lovely
the nature has a lively breath in your verse
i wish you all the best
our hands would feel like a *ghost
can you think of making it soft?
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