Dear Readers,
Today I bring you a poem by an old blogging acquaintance and dear friend, Simon Falk, who blogs at Simon’s Still Stanza.
His poem is about those lost moments that make you wish you could turn back time and reclaim that lost opportunity. Funny thing is, Simon had published this not as part of the Romance Fortnight per se, but it just so happened that when he read about the Fortnight, imagination knocked. I’m glad it did and I’m getting an opportunity to share it with you all today.
Read on and enjoy your weekend!
Wait for me
Said the smiling be-freckled face.
Wait for me after
They were handed testamurs
Smiling for the photographer and
For the sheer delight
A degree of success
From the lectures and tuts and
Now
Bachelors all!
Wait for me after
Crowds came
Faces, hands, and places on the lawn
But he and
Her
Were
gone.
Wait for me after
He didn’t.
Not then.
But after, yes!
Many times
After
And after that.
After
She was gone.
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Thanks for sharing this, Pradita.
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You’re welcome Simon. Thank you for participating 😊
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LOL. Seems more like I gate-crashed 🙂
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Nope, you didn’t 😉
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