The Walk

It seems so vivid,although it has been too long,etched in the memory,like a distant favorite song That starry summer night,the holding of hands,That coy smile..that damned strand Luscious moonlight on your faceAnd as we walked to your place…The hour-glassran out of sand.It was time to let go of the hand So when we embraced, I didn’t knowIt’d be the final let goThat at sunrise you’ll be … Continue reading The Walk