Nothing of the ordinary

Sometimes I wonder if you ever think of me,
Remember afternoons we spent together.
Your silence goes so well with grieve and distance,
Are memories not lies in many ways?

I ought to integrate the people we both met there,
Or the ones who should have been perhaps,
To give the whole experience a twist, a change,
To make it more mundane and practical, like  daily cups and saucers.


Comments on: "Nothing of the ordinary" (4)

  1. Such an interesting reflection, full of layers and colour as your verses always are

  2. “Are memories not lies in many ways?” or perhaps more, creative interpretations, changing each time told, the story…and “like daily cups and saucers”, fragile…
    With you as much as can be through time and space, trying to understand how to navigate loss…warm hugs…heart felt…

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