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- Sweet Reminder
  
  Posted at 1:33 pm by a quiet man, on January 31, 2023
  The icicles remind me
  
  winter has a grip on time,
  
  reminds me of a sweeter time,
  
  when in the cold we could
  
  find ourselves in each other’s
  
  arms the passionate embrace,
  
  eyes pleading,
  
  we wanted to hold onto this moment,
  
  while the snows might melt around,
  
  giving a sign of spring,
  
  a time when emotions
  
  come to life
  
  shedding the barren winds
  
  of winter’s grasp.
  
  I remember those moments,
  
  holding on for reasons
  
  I can always explain
  
  but I lost an audience
  
  years ago and still muse
  
  in memory alone.
  
  Maybe one day
  
  when life allows.
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- Waiting
  
  Posted at 1:11 am by a quiet man, on January 25, 2023
  Like watching winter
  
  rolling in, heavy clouds
  
  mild chill in the air
  
  scattered leaves
  
  the fall saying good-bye.
  
  You feel it in your bones
  
  now just waiting
  
  like some solution
  
  to a question
  
  always a curiosity
  
  with no answers.
  
  Just waiting
  
  forever looking
  
  for something to hang onto,
  
  a memory
  
  a fond memory
  
  when she could yes
  
  in smile and eyes
  
  and our soul …
  
  stars aligned.
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- Going About My Day
  
  Posted at 2:03 am by a quiet man, on January 18, 2023
  I think about you,
  
  when I cross the street,
  
  wonder if you’re nearby
  
  standing on the corner,
  
  watching me,
  
  while being safely
  
  tucked away,
  
  showing your love
  
  only in the shadows.
  
  I go about my day,
  
  spending moments alone,
  
  wondering if you think about
  
  what we were anymore.
  
  I know I do think of you,
  
  wishing you might know
  
  again my love,
  
  again how my heart aches
  
  with any thought of you.
  
  Its misery
  
  is the reality of our truth.
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- A Constant Memory
  
  Posted at 11:26 pm by a quiet man, on January 15, 2023
  Its when you pop in my mind,
  
  a quiet day,
  
  my walls and my coffee.
  
  I think about
  
  the last time I held you,
  
  standing alone in a crowd
  
  passersby
  
  had no idea who we were,
  
  just the two of us,
  
  like strangers holding promises.
  
  I would look in your eyes
  
  your lips would curl into a smile,
  
  I could search forever
  
  felt so safe inside
  
  your world
  
  your center
  
  everything I can remember
  
  is all I might ever have.
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- Quiet Nights
  
  Posted at 8:29 pm by a quiet man, on August 21, 2022
  Silence speaks
  
  when alone
  
  all matters of love
  
  hold court.
  
  Seeking solace
  
  the mind conveys
  
  memory
  
  a deeper context.
  
  Silent evenings
  
  watching sunsets
  
  alone,
  
  we can still recall.
  
  Heart and soul
  
  once whole.
  
  Fade in lights
  
  quiet nights.
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- 169
  
  Posted at 7:44 pm by a quiet man, on April 16, 2022
  I’m always going to stop
  
  nearby I can feel you
  
  the urgency will remain,
  
  the times we had,
  
  we held
  
  and the world seemed a little
  
  simpler
  
  your eyes in my cries,
  
  we would spend our forever
  
  in the short minutes
  
  time might allow.
  
  Now I’m a driveby,
  
  every opoportunity
  
  a stop in the memory
  
  of you,
  
  holding you,
  
  feeling your lips upon mine,
  
  I will always be there
  
  whether away or nearby,
  
  traveling the highway …
  
  I wish just one minute more.
  
  © Scott F Savage 4/2022
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- These Tears We Know
  
  Posted at 9:52 pm by a quiet man, on August 16, 2021
  When they do come, he could never predict
  
  a shower of emotion, while only sitting still.
  
  Somewhere out in our mystique lays an edict
  
  upon that harmony does play a heart at will.
  
  ~
  
  Would he if could find a reasonable cause
  
  losing a dry eye in the name of sensitivity
  
  she held his heart, her soul in him hers was
  
  ~
  
  There in the silence of night would we forget
  
  There in the silence of night would we forget
  
  Lovers forgotten in the midst of a fearful gasp
  
  ~
  
  We wanted so badly somehow to figure out why
  
  Maybe he did, maybe she … well certainly he
  
  could feel the beauty this chemistry have a cry
  
  for when the good bye came he managed to be.
  
  ~
  
  There in the silence of night would we forget
  
  There in the silence of night would we forget
  
  Lovers forgotten in the midst of a fearful gasp
  
  ~
  
  He struggles to understand a shower is beauty
  
  the Grace of God bless our lives in celebration
  
  A violin concerto in the background has plenty
  
  of memory brought into our lives this absolution
  
  ~
  
  Lovers forgotten in the midst of a fearful gasp
  
  Then in the silence of night could we forget.
  
  © Scott F Savage 8/2021
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- A Beautiful Burial
  
  Posted at 10:48 pm by a quiet man, on July 25, 2021
  I know I just buried us completely but I love you so much I hope one day I might hear your voice again.
  
  Love can be unfair, and I have shown you my share, though somewhere deep in my heart I believe and I always will.
  
  You can be the beautiful woman that you are because you are blessed, that is the elegance in your when.
  
  This is my pouring out to you one last time knowing there is no turning back on an emptiness I cannot fill.
  
  Inside my heart and soul the layers are torn away
  
  You will find my waiting is a love will always be this way.
  
  Goodnight, z.💞
  
  ©️Scott F Savage 7/2021
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- When then the rains …
  
  Posted at 9:08 am by a quiet man, on May 27, 2021
  When then the rains will awaken my mourning
  
  though it be that day,
  
  no sunlight yet the haze of some rise
  
  within the dampening skies would relent.
  
  When then the rains could remind of her sweet smile,
  
  in the cover of our shelters did we cry
  
  much like the fallen mist of wonder
  
  our confusion would always rest nearby.
  
  When then the rains will now always a memory
  
  of fragrant lips do touch one another
  
  in the soul where our heart might sing
  
  soft, a melody that shares the passion of the night.
  
  When then the rains do let me imagine you
  
  wherever you might land a solace in peace.
  
  © Scott F Savage 5/2021
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- Its Bittersweet … , It’s
  
  Posted at 1:28 pm by a quiet man, on May 7, 2021
  To touch on love
  
  once know we knew we might
  
  forever lose ourselves in the moment
  
  a fantasy becomes our feature.
  
  ~
  
  All else step aside
  
  for the show has begun
  
  and two people wearing glossy eyes,
  
  not realizing tears well nearby.
  
  ~
  
  We stepped and danced,
  
  and not a rhythm could we miss
  
  for in such moments
  
  is the beauty of love’s bliss.
  
  ~
  
  We wanted forever to be
  
  just that
  
  some eternal flame would
  
  temper the bittersweet air.
  
  ~
  
  It’s an aftermath of sorrow
  
  will cast an afterglow …
  
  ~
  
  Its bittersweet reckoning, y’know.
  
  © Scott F Savage 5/2021
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