God, How I Miss You

Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1khU1Mo5AKE&t=26s

When the
naked branches
blew in
the late
autumn winds,
our love died.
How I long
for the days
of spring,
when all was
alive with
newness.
We lay beneath
the willow tree
and dined on wine,
bread and love.
God,
how I miss you.

Author's Note

Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, on Amazon.com

Reviews

[Marie]

A finely penned bitter-sweet poem. A beautiful love died in Autumn after being born in Spring. Autumn is the season of decay and sadly, Spring does not resurrect those halcyon days that once were. I love the simplicity of the poem, it is very appealing. Excellent depiction! A great write! Thank you for sharing...

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Marie. Much appreciated.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Tom...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This reminds me of an old friend....she is gone now, but forever in my mind and heart...and we shared dinners and drinks and ourselves with each other...
j.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. I appreciate the comment.

[red93]

Fabulous Work Thomas - let's hope she misses you as well. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.

[Soren]

Literally and metaphorically powerful. Loss and the nostalgia bitter sweet can be felt here.

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks, Soren. Much appreciated.