It's been a few years,
From when we last met.
Now it's September,
And winter's back again.
Last time I saw you,
Was in the desert rain.
Now I find you again,
On this Island quaint.
Five years I think,
I spent in the sun.
So much I have to say,
Yet my tongue goes numb.
I would ask how you were,
Yet you never talked.
I just feel you blowing,
A reassuring thought.
It's strange to find friends,
In the winters wind.
But five years later,
Only you're left.
It's been a few years,
Since we last met.
And now it's September,
And you've come again.
YOU ARE READING
Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
