Met my password, met my favorite song
I met him after quite a long
He’s so different now
Unlike my memory’s bough,
On which he’s raised
Like a pedestal glazed.
I remember him irking,
And my laughing
I was always so positive,
with him around
Was his presence the additive
Or was I confound.
He is not the same
My memory of him stands in fame.
Perhaps, the person, the pedestal
were just a version of the spectacle.
Now I have a little inkling,
It is now dawning upon my being
Maybe I just loved the version of me
when I was with him.
your poem titles are the most creative I have ever seen
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Thanks for the encouraging words @Rainyshadows
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you are welcome muse.. you truly deserve it
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Met my password, met my favorite song ❤ …..This is so beautiful and sweet. Loved it 😊
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Thank you Rameen! 😊
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Maybe I just the love version of me with him…such a spectacular thought. ..lovely poem😊
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Thank you for your kind words 😊
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The title itself makes the readers to read the post with concentration… lovely…
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Thank you Chiru. 😊 So happy that you liked it.
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