Her Name Was -
Notes were passed on paper long returned to dust. Her smile and eyes faint flickers of a dying candle. Longer hair now wavers between dark blond and brown in the ethers of my mind.
first grade crush
hazy as smoke at dusk…
lost horizon
09 Jul 2020
A Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Copyright © David Mohn | Year Posted 2020
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