Midday reminiscing,
in cool breezes that,
smelled like honeysuckle.
Laughter became our conversationalist,
as we relished chilled grass under bare feet.
My tears ran away from me,
because it was the last Sunday,
before it rained again,
and the sun shown magnificently.
Somber goodbyes through smeared smiles,
restraining sadness threatening to overcome,
when the voice of sweet words,
meets the feel of gentle touches,
in bittersweet partings.
When birds sing their final song of the evening,
and night sweeps across,
like a hidden wind in the morning,
my longing for your sun, comes all to soon.
A contest entry
- Lonely by walkinthereign.
450 points, ended July 16, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Missing by Cherokee.
300 points, ended August 10, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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