Poem #49

Let me take you to the hill from which
I watched the sunset when I was a kid.
Let me show you the little abandoned
street where I used to rollerblade and
the park where I was first kissed.

Let me take you out to the club where
I first danced like no one was watching
and to the place where I last saw my
first, big love. I’ll let you read the notebook
where I wrote verses about him.

I’ll take you down the road of the memories
of the moments I never wanted to end
and if you relive them through my words
those moments will get strength and never fade.

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9 thoughts on “Poem #49

      1. you’re welcome 🙂

  1. I like this. It reminds me of something I wrote once, though I’m no poet:

    I’ve forgotten the wind and rain of childhood, the joy of running and digging in the dirt.

    Thanks for visiting my blog.


    1. Well, I like it very much. Thanks for sharing 😊

      1. Im already there ! I love this poem. It is pure and powerful and etheral, progressing my mind saliently into the past……

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