Poem Index

Nostalgia

So long ago, we walked alone,
in the shade of the trees.

So long ago, we walked alone,
with our backs to the breeze.

So long ago, we walked alone;
barefoot in the dewy grass.

So long ago, we walked alone,
by the pond of mirrored glass.

Now you're gone; I walk along,
No warm hand in mine.

I keep walking, quietly talking,
Of seeing you again sometime.