Your smile that day was the last,
when those shades looked better on you.
This the chance?
Sun high, mid-afternoon,
like yesterday,
memorial to me.
Funny, we talked longer which was unlike us,
the hint?
A stride from you taken, farewell implied,
it felt no different,
only to you, it was.
My goodbye changed forever,
when those shades looked better on you.
I really love your poems; reading them is an amazing experience. They display very deep thoughts.
Good luck and keep writing 🙂
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Great comment to wake up to…that means a lot. I appreciate your being one of my readers. Thank you
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Love this poem keep up the great work
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Loved this.
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Thank you, appreciate the comment
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I love this 💕
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Thank you
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A little heart wrenching, mixed in with a touch of wistful. ❤︎
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Powerful.
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Ah, thanks, friend. It was a pair of shades that I had that he liked. So, that day I gave them to him before I left for university. A few days later, he took his own life. Glad you went for the read.
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I was wondering what was the exact meaning of those glasses. It sounds like you added a bit of sunshine to the final days of darkness.
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Deserves a second ponder doesn’t it? And you know what? That’s a great way of putting that. Appreciate the smile 😀
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