
I loved her once –
her lips soft as cappuccino froth
laughter like a bell chime calling me to church
She kissed me once –
pressed her chest against mine
sighed into my mouth until her mother called her home
I cried over her once –
she wed the man who lived next door
while my mother patted my hand and called me sentimental
Secret sentimental tears for nostalgic secrets …
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Lovely alliteration in this comment Ivor 💜
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You’re most welcome Bree … 😍📘
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Nice Bree and very evocative.
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Thank you Brad. A delightful comment to read.
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It hurts. The poetry is amazing.
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Thanks Kritika
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🙂
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You got a poetic touch that never fades.
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Well this is very kind. Thanks for your encouragement as always.
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Always, for you. Keep it up.
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Beautiful, nuanced, powerful.
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Oh, well this is encouraging. Thank so much 💜
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You are very welcome, Bree 💜💜
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