Where there could be affection
we have lost,
the game decided long before
broken hearts.
Today, I would walk alone
a certain respect,
a recall that for me plays out
though she has a will.
So many occasion in a lover’s life
moments arise
feelings find freedom
only when two feel wisdom.
My nostalgia is sweet
I remember holding her hand
(yours) was a soft touch; a tear
could only bring us there again.
When all the world has an eventual grasp
our realities may then we together dance.
Scott F Savage 5/2021
apersonaljourney - stories of love 