Benjamin Moore 2118-60
Misty Memories
Seasons came and went
Before long
The leaves fall.
But she remained there,
By the window undisturbed.
The white curtains
Flirted with the frosty wind.
Sometimes teased her snow-like curls.
But the lady stayed still.
Waiting for her visitor to arrive.
Inside her head
Images blurred
Together.
Sometimes they disappeared
Altogether.
Fog lurked in these spaces
And dispersed their curse,
Blindfolding new faces,
Leaving their misty kiss.
When the door creaks
She turns around
Slate gray eyes
Glazed with a cold stare.
The heavy steps of a man
Echo in the room.
She reaches
Her feeble hands
Toward him.
Her pale lips,
Call out her father’s name.
The man takes her hand.
Sad air clings to him like sweat.
Because he isn’t her father.
Mom,
He wants to say,
But he just stares.
Sometimes,
When it’s her husband,
The lady remembers.
Only because
The day a gold band
Settled on her hand,
And a veil was lifted,
That was the day she knew
They were one.
Great Stroy with great Line breaks
ReplyDeleteThat was a really pretty poem! I especially liked how you described her memories as misty and unclear. You did a great job with imagery too, keep it up! :D
ReplyDeleteYou must've really had to put a lot of effort in this because i dont see a better way of saying it! Great job and I like the way you explain how the two came to be together.
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