I never knew your name. I only saw you once.
We exchanged glances and platitudes
about the heat. At your neck
the letter S - I never asked you
what it stood for.
We shall not meet again,
but dreaming, or in some future life,
I will know you, and when you tell me then
what you are called,
I will remember, and tell you,
Last time we met your name began with S.
Wistful - makes the reader think about the endless 'almosts' that happen in our lives and where they might have led us. Terrific!
oh i love this...(not just because my name starts w/ an S) ... but are you sure it was the letter S and not the number 8 yet to be completed?
Like this, with its hints of possible romance and tantalizing what-ifs in short form. -chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The 'S' stands for 'Serendipity'. ;) This is a lovely poem, full of nostalgia, intrigue and romance.