In nightmare I find myself running through the streets I used to know. Lost, yet certain, and unsure of each corners and roads.
I'd memorized them all too.
Each crack and cranny, the darkest place, where lights couldn't find few. The times to move and times to disappear into buildings, the trees, lake and park.
And yet I can't stop running.
I search, but for what, for who?
Once I remember, a stranger stopped me from behind, but the grasp was unfamiliar, yet warm enough to fall into.
"Do you remember me?"
As familiarity grazed, you drift away.
I turn around to see a silly boys smile fade.
And I was standing alone in the dark emptying park, alone by the swings...
-BM
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Late Night Poet - A Lovers Tale
PoetryA lovers Tale - Part Three There comes a time when you start to ponder. You wander down a curious path. Filled by the muse of a lovers dance. As time moves on the story continues onto a new tune.
