Thursdays

You came in a dream your arms waving in the wind,

The smile on your face was carefree,

You beckon for me to come near,

I did not hesitate because I have been waiting for this moment. 

Then you whisper to me, "this would be my last Thursday."

And like any dream you were gone.

I remember that I always walk in front of you but when I look back 

You are always there right behind me, a bit nearer, close enough for me to see. 

Thursdays will never be the same again,

I will remember it with a little pain,

Just a little bit, a little bit until its gone. 

Reviews

[Jane Bruce]

I love your poems, very deep and meaningful :)

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This is sounds to me like a dream. When you are awakening and try to realize and understand what this all symbols mean to you it's have good abstractive imaginery like mostly dreams do. I enjoyed your lines full of mystery.

[Rizaclaire]

thank you, I wrote this poem awhile back after I lost someone very dear to me.