Poets & Poetry

Our past

A single note
Takes me back years ago,
A whole different space and time,
My immature thoughts fleet through my head,
A tug in my heart,
The emotions threaten to overcome me,
So exquisite that small things can manipulate me so.
Each note brings me a different beat
Forming an interwoven harmony,
My heart shuddering at the familiarity.
My eyes attempt to seek the age-old scene,
The small things that made it true.
The notes come to a close,
But my memory is bursting.
I had forgotten
And I’ll probably forget again,
But I’ll sink into the past for a moment.