Sunlite Wanter Poet I do not know?

Billy

Billy

Saturday night in another winter,
The time was 8:00, and I remember,
Icicles were hanging from the dormer windows,
Arc lights wore halos as I waited for you.

My new red dress was wrinkling,
As were the corners of my fretting eyes.
Tears were forming tho to no surprise,
The phone rang, you were kind but gone.

Arc lights wore halos as I waited for you.

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Pat Adams July 24, 2019 at 7:19 AM This makes me want to hug you! I guess a virtual hug will have to do. Very well penned and invokes feelings like good poetry should!! Well done!......pat

Arturo Michael July 16, 2019 at 8:53 AM You captured that past moment vividly...Well done

Silent One July 14, 2019 at 4:45 AM oh a sad memory... his loss, you must have been the one that got away...

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 13, 2019 at 8:18 PM Somehow quaint and wholly painfully impacting in the same breath. Excellent piece of poetry! xomo

Line Gauthier July 13, 2019 at 7:06 PM His loss, Sunlite. Well penned.