Sunday, 24 August 2014

Brief

This week the prompt was brief, I haven't had the time or energy to write anything recently but really wanted to join.  Whilst watching twilight with the teen, a film I absolutely love, I finally got a slice of inspiration and wrote this short poem.


Brief 

In the faces of stangers I see you.
For a fleeting moment I am met once again by that gaze,
the one that would change my physical form, 
I would become liquefied in a memory.
For a time, a time measurable by mere mili-seconds.
You play in my mind.
A favourite song on a scratched cd
jumping
just before those 3 imperative words.
We missed a note, wrote in short hand,
ran out of ink in our brief romance.



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