Wanda Daugherty Poet Prose Poetry

The Gold Scarf

The Gold Scarf

It’s colors are red and gold.    
Blending together in a wild design; like a dream.   
 
I hold it soft, against my cheek.  
And watch it’s pattern in the light.

Tonight I retrieved it from the branch; 
Where I had left it,                                                                                     

And for a moment talked to him.   
Just nonsense words; about empty things.
 
Then he was gone. Gone like Plato,   
Back to Hades, Lost forever in the night.                             

Lord never let me love again,    
The hurt's to great, the reward to small. 

Gold scarf remind me;  
Of the happy times   

When we laughed.
When he looked at me;   

The way only he could.  
Remind me of what could have been,    

If we’d traveled down another road.   
Gold Scarf.

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Darlene De Beaulieu January 14, 2019 at 8:30 PM Hello Wanda, he must be hard to forget. But one day you will. Have a nice evening my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu January 17, 2019 at 1:46 PM Good for you.. Because I feel the past is the past it is gone. have a nice day my friend. Wanda Daugherty January 14, 2019 at 10:35 PM Thank you, you are kind! But that was long ago.