A Memory Caught In Time

A poem about remembered love and time spent.

When you walk on up to the cold city streets,

The breeze would hit like a winter’s edge.

Recollect all the time’s we would meet,

It was there, my first real love I said.

 

We’d walk on down to the same park and bench,

Where the trees would flow and the leaves would fall.

I’d keep her safe from the cold and rain,

These days I will forever recall.

 

I’d love to see if her eyes are still ocean blue,

And her lips are still ever so soft.

Tell me if her eyes are still that deep ocean blue,

If so can you please wipe away the frost?

 

I hope to see her again someday

Would she recognize me today?

Sometimes I’ll look at the moon at night

And I hope for her it’s just as bright.

So, if you’re near those cold city streets

Look for that park just down the end

And if you see two lovers meet

That’s where he’ll remember the time they spend.

Author's Note

This is a poem I wrote while remembering back on my first true love and the place we use to meet. This is also the same love I wrote about in my poem "Haunted"

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I’d love to see if her eyes are still ocean blue,

And her lips are still ever so soft.

Tell me if her eyes are still that deep ocean blue,

If so can you please wipe away the frost?



I hope to see her again someday

Would she recognize me today?

All the good luck with that...Bravo