there was a woman
on the train
who kept brushing
her long long hair
tossing it back
over her shoulder
the way I’ve seen
you do
sitting in your house shirt
in your bedroom
the same motion
before you would blow
a kiss
my way
suddenly
I am lost
in memories
of you
I absolutely love this
Thank you. That’s kind of you to say.
My pleasure, it’s very true. Love your work
Thank you again. I really appreciate that.
You’re welcome Leonard. :))
I relate so very much. People come into our lives and go out of our lives and some I’ve just lost touch with and don’t know why or how.
And sometimes, because of the internet, they reappear 30 years later, often to disappear again.
Stirring memories and bittersweet.
The older I get, the more bittersweet memories are.
Len, you paint such a vivid image with so few words. That in itself is a great talent. Your experiences seem to me so melancholic at times that I simply want to sit down with you and talk over a cup of coffee or glass of wine. Too bad Istanbul and KC are so far apart.
Thank you, Michael. You never know but our paths may cross one day and we might have that coffee or wine yet.
Which is why I have long hair! 😉 LOL If I had only 1 hair growing out of my head, I would grow it as long as it would grow.
Now there’s a thought worth keeping.