Aftermath

(With apologies to Byron as one of his poems gave me the idea)

So how will you greet me

when we next meet?

With your arms open wide,

with a kiss on the cheek?

How will you greet me,

I've known you for years?

Will you measure the distance

as you ponder your fears?

How will you greet me,

will you stand back and stare?

Pretend you don't see me,

when you know that I'm there?

How will you greet me

should we meet in the town?

When your sorrow is heavy 

and your spirits are down.

How will I calm you 

when we're standing apart?

When my presence is danger

yet there's love in my heart.

How will you greet me?

How will you greet me?

Reviews

[pinhead07]

Drifting apart and wondering what the person will do when you meet them next, happens quite a lot, I can relate, I’ve been an addict for several years, drifted apart from all of my friends, keep wondering if I should reach out, wondering how they’ll greet me, perhaps they’ve forgotten and moved on, perhaps they’ll welcome me with open arms, anyway, I’m rambling now, this is very nicely written madame :)

[Chris Shaw]

Many thank yous for your visit to my page. Your thoughts were most welcome. Thank you for sharing. All good wishes.

Chris