Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, September 11, 2021

Love

 I measure all of time 

to the moments that I had

once shared with you,

when skies took on a shade

of royal blue. 


The chapter was written

and the pages have all been turned,

there is no looking back at tomorrow

or at the love for which I have yearned.


The final quarter of the game 

it is where the end nears, 

I spent years in hopes 

that the love would fall upon

your ears.


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