Michael J. Falotico Poet Rhyme

A Spring In Winter

Time has changed as the wind takes away some things..
There are so many good times shared but a few still sing..
The streets are empty where we once walked and got lost..
The chairs and tables are away and on the cafe door a light frost..
My stomach drops a bit as each turn I take spring comes back..
The people have gone from the dock where we shared cocktails
and oysters for a snack..
I don't regret an hour, a minute or a second of a time when it 
was just us..
But life came through the door and all was wiped away by words
and a love lost..
Whatever is gained or lost though time , moments we shared can't
be taken away..
Thank you so much for coming across my mind and making me
smile on this winter day..

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Elizabeth Bark February 8, 2011 at 2:16 PM this reminds me of something going on in my life...this guy told me he loved me and then pretty much threw me away like a piece of trash for someone who hurts him...everything remind me of him...and no matter what i do i cant get him out of my head....i soend so many nights up thinking about him...but i also found someone who acts like he cares...lets just hope im right and its not just another way to break my heart...agian...i dont know if i can take another

Sharon Ruebel January 17, 2011 at 3:30 PM Michael, Now you know as a women, and proud to be, I had to read this one. I am within your window looking out and feeling what you write. Hoping the healing has begun. To beautiful for me to reply As Always, Shar

Jerri Ward January 17, 2011 at 2:19 PM Michael, This is beautiful. When we have lost someone close, memories are beautiful. Thank you for your comment on my poem... Jerri

Andrea Dietrich January 15, 2011 at 1:33 PM wow, another 7 here. This also could have worked well as free verse. It's just beautiful. Luv,Andrea

Wilma Neels January 15, 2011 at 11:24 AM A beautiful write on memories treasured Michael.. Sometimes they just pop up out of the blue and bring a smile to your face.. That's why I reckon the good times should be treasured whether things worked out or not.. love Wilma

Nette Onclaud January 14, 2011 at 3:01 PM how profound this interesting theme is ...presented like a whisper heard only by the character that is speaking. oh, truly enchating, michael! thanks for coming around; mush delighted! all the best! :) nette