A Present Now Unfelt
Twas once a time you stole my heart,
then Laura stole it back
Through all those years our hearts on fire,
she waited and she sat
She hoped one day our lives would part,
to never meet, as then…
Her voice so soft cried through the night,
“I want you back again
You need to promise this time,
that you’ll never leave me cold
And even if you dally forth,
as your Muse she will behold
I heal you of this tragic drought,
you brought upon yourself
And give you back the future-past,
in a present now unfelt”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Note: My Poetic Muse (Laura) takes me back after 5 years of writing prose ....
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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