Photo via Magpie Tales Poetry Prompt
Through a secret door of time and space
My mind raced back to that golden sunny afternoon.
I replayed our conversation, over and over;
Searching in vain for unrecorded words, I longed to hear.
I hoped upon hope your lips might have spoken them,
As we walked together hand in hand along a lazy river bank.
And when I paused to steal a kiss and fleetingly meet your heart,
Just three little words were all I wanted you to say.
Yet no matter how many times I rewind and replay the tape,
These words remain elusive, and your heart remains your own.
Perhaps if I fast forward a little further . . . maybe into my soul and imagination . . . .
I may yet hear you say . . . . .
"I love you!"
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Written for Tess and The Mag 223
Recently I joined The Magpie. It is a fun weekly exercise when a subject is provided for us every Sunday, to galvanise our cerebral hemispheres into action.
I hope you enjoyed my first effort - the ever romantic Eddie!
I am afraid the gardening has gone to pot, yet again!