Old Thoughts

some old thoughts stay in my mind like the way you used to kiss me i can still feel the soft touch of your lips all these years and you are still here- we met for coffee with an odd strange shyness and i loved you my poems became full of love metaphors we became like one walking hand in hand as the breeze pushed us on looking for a place to sit and talk i liked those early days when life had not yet touched the beauty of our love I found your empty shoes (black socks inside) hidden in the back of our closet they screamed at me as i held them weeping waiting for your kiss that day as they lowered your coffin in the ground and the priest said rest in peace i thought never will i ever forget this sorrow until my last gasp in life scars of grief are what i have now heavy chains like anchors holding me your beauty i will hold within my heart always but it is time for this girl to fly i am on a journey all my own darling- quietly i touch your engraved name and a tear falls ____________________ May 27, 2018 Poetry/Free Verse/old thoughts Copyright Protected, ID 18-1026-621-01 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.