nostalgia like a knife
stuck thru' my heart--
but coated thick
with dripping honey:
a snatch of highway
star heard on the telly--.
it brought back
wild drives with you
in the lovely rustbucket
your car was then--
that song playing so
loud it hurt my ears--.
it brought so much back
with such clarity:
the landscape flashing by,
the smell of cigarettes--.
us always heading to
or from a pub--
the thrill of being
with someone beautiful
in casual danger,
all my senses reeling--.
since you, it's
never been the same--.
1 comment:
Yes, these moments are defining ones in our lives aren't they? --they are those rare times when everything seems thrilling, and POSSIBLE.
Glad you liked the poem. I'm too close to it to see its merits or demerits.
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