Wednesday, February 23, 2011

It was nice


How nice it was to linger in your smile
the kindness of your eyes
the comedy of your words

How nice it was to touch you in your arm
and take away a palm full of memories of the past

How nice it was to see you at the wheel
maneuvering the path like old times

How nice it was to pretend that you were all but a sleep
wrapped in a time gone by.

How nice it was, is just too hard to say
but my heart is full and my tears have blown away.

It was nice. Very very nice.






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