Word Poetry Challenge #7 : Memories
and the gasp of the next
A song is woven
in sullen notes
Serenades of every time
You held my worried hand
and whispered to no one in particular
"It'll be okay..."
I would sigh
convinced in the comfort
of sentimental reassurances
That memories will be made
as long as there is time to make them
Looking back on all those days
that slipped like satin
into long and quiet nights
Fueled by foolish, lustful youth
A hunger to make it eternities
The knowledge that it
could
should
would be
With sureness that no mortal man
has any right to possess
Unknowing
Perhaps unwilling to know
That time for making memories
Will always
Someday
End.
Great poem @stitchybitch. Is the word challenge open to everyone?
It is! But it ends today, so you've got to hurry!
Ah. No chance I was going to make it then @stitchybitch as I was just off to bed when I left the comment! 😁