Our Love
Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.
But will the spider remember, or the sun?
Did the water capture our faces in permanence?
Does the wind catch us anew as it blows?
Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them?
Our secret revealed.
Yet I have told no other.
I write these words in silence, In mute testimony.
To what once was.
But our image remains alive in this place.
It can not be removed.
you, me,
we then,
we're here.
We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.
We caught a brief glimpse of loves promise.
We were not liars,
But thieves of time.
For now time has forgotten us,
Yet our memory lingers, and love remembers,
This place that was ours.
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My Poetry
PuisiA collection of poems I have written for both school and in general. :)
