Dreaming David

A memory of a past lover, whilst at a concert with my current one.

I sat down in that hall,

And wandering eyes led me up to those same chairs,

Where you and I sat this time last year.

A grey jumper enveloped your pale, painful body,

And my hand ached for yours.

As echoing violins touched us from below,

All I could bear to look at were your red tattered shoes. 

Bells pealing, Lungs filling, Tears forming... 

Love I miss you... 

And I hope tonight isn't too painful for you...

Reviews

[Seriana]

This is lovely and touching. I can feel the ache. You've captured emotion in such short lines, it's a delight to read. Nicely done! And I love the title...it's very calming, almost. As though he exists there, and will never again be real for you.