I often change the station
only because when we reminisce
no choice
only fall
free fall inside a nostalgic cavern
wide and deep anxiety
driving my heart,
my soul,
my every moment
a wish, a wonder.
I leave the station on,
like the tears,
the reminisce returns
think of eyes,
think of fingertips, sliding brow,
imagine lips upon my forehead,
a canopy memory
when love exchanged would be
our forever.
I rather like my music
the travels of my mind,
I can listen to you now,
through the waves along the avenue,
I know you understand,
I hope you recognize
the beauty of my dreams
when the melody sings her praise.
© Scott F Savage 2019
apersonaljourney - stories of love 
2 thoughts on “Listening For One”
ArunKrish22
Beautifully written
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a quiet man
thank you so much
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