Pictures In My Mind ~ Memories of Another TimeA Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
I caught a glimpse of you… when you didn’t know I was looking trying to re-discover what I’d forgotten about you… About us Why I’d once loved you… in that other time
You were standing naked in front of the mirror your auburn hair glistening on your wet mortal body You’d just stepped out of your morning shower humming the customary tune you do so
well
I stood quietly in the hall… watching you shave your golden, red beard while you hummed... as you tapped the rhythm with your foot It was intoxicating… observing your routine without you knowing I was there I’d watched your morning ritual many times You… always aware when I was watching In the past… In that other time
Somehow... watching you with my heart, more than with my eyes made me melancholy missing those feeling I’d once felt for you… For us Feelings that were once so deep within my heart for awhile, back then... in the days of us
Did we ever really love one another? Was it kismet or was it fate?
The question sits on unspoken lips I sighed… Missing us... Missing you
When our melody began you sang the notes to my heart so well… so tender, so real We soared on the music, our mouths relishing the kiss in our moments… in our past
For a time, we were us… you and me, me and you We traced our love with thirsty lips Hungry bodies
I stood there looking at you for quite some time… pausing at the door before I left Knowing… I might never open that door again
I turned back once more, before turning to go making sure to remember… just why I was leaving
But now… every time I see a man shaving… I find myself sadly thinking... of you
Goodbye my love ~
© 2012 anne p. murray- LadeeAnneReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 9, 2011 Last Updated on September 4, 2012 Tags: love;anger;sadness;beauty;memori Previous Versions Authoranne p. murray- LadeeAnneBirmingham, ALAboutI'm not an extraordinary woman, simply put... I'm just a normal, ordinary one. In my private life I am gingerly cautious with the people I meet, but fearless in the words I write. Not an extrove.. more..Writing
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