An Old Flame Poem by David Keig
An Old Flame
The writing faded on the page
The paper yellowing with age
An age of innocence then died
The blurring marks where once i cried
The memories flow back to me
Why did she ever have to leave?
The writing fading from the page
The sadness now becomes of age
The paper's corner now a flame
I shall not see those words again.
ahh...but the memory knows, does it not? ? thank you for taking me into that place where I try not to go....the memories...but, they are nice
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5/10/2024 6:23:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An honest look at nostalgia. Excellent, Davd