Memories
The memories
of us
wisp
through my
mind
like a gentle
summer’s
breeze,
remembering
is like
going outside
for the
first time
in
years,
emotional.
I yearn
to
see them
again,
even to just
sit
in the
same room
as them
would be a
blessing,
but right now,
having
that many
people
in
one room is
dangerous,
so I
will wait
and
relive
these memories
until
we can
make
more.
4 thoughts on "Memories"
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That day will come when we can see our friends again, but it is hard to go without seeing them. Thank you for this poem.
I like the breeze imagery–wisp is a good word.
This poem flows so nice.
the format captures the constant waiting i’ve been feeling. well done.