You remember that day?
We were sitting together
You were on your phone
I was looking at you
Because I missed you.
Although you were there
Right in front of me
And that was the day
The day I knew I’d lost you
Lose yourself in the lines
You remember that day?
We were sitting together
You were on your phone
I was looking at you
Because I missed you.
Although you were there
Right in front of me
And that was the day
The day I knew I’d lost you
Poignant, bittersweet and so true! Beautiful poem 🙂
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Love your comments always, Tom.
Thank you so much for reading this 🙂
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I’m not good at poetic feedback I’m afraid, so I can’t offer that. I did search my site for the subject of loss, and I found an oldie I’d love to share with you: https://unassortedstories.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/lost-property/
I love the title of your blog. Maybe I should have offered you one of my more cynical poems, I have written enough of those 🙂
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I’m going to go read that right now!
Also, thank you so much and yes, if you find one of the cynical poems, do share 😀
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I now wonder why I don’t have a tag called ‘cynical’. A number of poems would qualify. Oh, I think of a short and very cynical one now. Let me get it for you!
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You really should have one!
Yes, I’m about to check that one out next. 😀
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Found it: https://unassortedstories.wordpress.com/2018/10/27/cynical-self-help/
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I do not have any direct feedback, though I think what you express is a too familiar feeling, especially in this day and age. I think it would be interesting to explore what a scene like this would look like 20 or 30 years ago before our cell phones.
Stephen
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Wow, this is a brilliant idea! I’ll try and think about it and come up with something for this 😀
Thank you so much!
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Look forward to the results!
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