I Remember Poem

Wednesday late at night

two days before he left

the next time we would see each other

was questionable.

as what we were, was too.

face looking up towards the shining stars

my favorite.

head leaned on his shoulder

hearing his voice

as feeling his lips on my ear

speaking with a made up story,

the thing I loved most

and missing it more than ever.

what was it, what was it

would it of been something real?

Reviews

[SleeplessVolcano]

I really like how you expressed this "slice of life" poem......telling readers of the emotions and experiences during this "good bye".....

One suggestion - I am sure you meant, in the last line "would it have been something real?"

Great poetry! :)