At the same time tangible.
You can feel it in the moment,
As it courses through you
But you may never give it back,
Or store it in the attic,
For a rainy day.
Memories are non-refundable,
And bought on impulse.
A kiss, a touch, will wax
Before they wane.
Good poem..."will wax before they wain" exlent! You have jedi like writing
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DeleteI like it, Good poem to start my morning off for sure..Thanks, Ben.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susie :-)
DeleteYou're an awesome writer friend to have! :-)
i want to make out with this poem. :)
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Good stuff, Ben!
ReplyDeleteOne of these comments looks suspiciously S-P-A-Mmy...thought you should know if you don't already.
ReplyDeleteI did, but just got around to deleting it ;)
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