#NationalPoetryMonth Day 10: Unspoken Promises

Day Ten of National Poetry Month brings a little sorrow…

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Unspoken Promises

 

Standing past the warm summer breeze

the smell of honeysuckle drifting from the trees

I still see the ghost of you beyond the sea

 

You never mouthed the perfect words

your tongue stumbled in knotted speech

standing past the warm summer breeze

 

Yet, your eyes spoke of everything to come

together through existence, and love within

the smell of honeysuckle drifting from the trees

 

Now I linger, your unspoken promises at my feet

Why did you go? Why did you leave me?

I still see the ghost of you beyond the sea


© 2016 A. F. Stewart All Rights Reserved

 

 

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