I look back on them all long and long
for what I might have had in my mind’s eye
see red skirts cling to knees there and there
smile young white teeth and rose lips laugh
around some hummed remembrance I hear
hand in hand how they now go to stars
gone ancient dust not waiting for me still
I turn ahead and know each will go to heaven
this lone cold comfort sits upon how lost
the toys and games and playgrounds run around
to take our breaths and pant out hard our loving
fingers in blood pulse intertwined sing taut
then break apart in dark fragment shattering dims
of reeling universe and cosmic echoing solo song
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Happy #WriterFriday. Today’s #WritingPrompt is
November
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece somewhere I can see it. I’d love to read what you write : )
Lanning Lee 