Eavesdropping On Myself
A memory climbed out of the dark,
as I listened to the words of a new love song
Taking me back to where feelings were strong,
beyond the flashbacks of a long frozen dream
Remembering again, a last ember still burns,
and its light rewarms my heart
Where hidden deep in its shadows I see your face
—as the past is born again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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