Short poems

Endlessly Winking.

Endlessly winking.

05/12/17

Tonight the shutter winked endlessly, capturing your memories until you were nothing but a blur in the aura of candlelight.

I was as cold as I was warmed.

You saw through me until we were one another’s memory.

I just hope you recall as often as I do.

Sleep until the day we meet again.

© G.P Williamson 2017

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