Now He Is Gone Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Now He Is Gone



On a cold damp morning of spring,
I head to the store,
quick, for a couple,
of things,
as I am shopping,
we bump into each other again,
not lovers but old friends now,
oh that look in your eyes,
sad and lonely,
since he went away,
I do not have any time to chat,
but I wish I did,
just to know how,
you are doing, since,
now he is gone.

Thursday, June 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Lacovara 05 June 2014

How bittersweet this meeting of two hearts that time has held...The sympathetic sweetness of your concern for your friend's feelings comes across beautifully. PEACE

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