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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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- I Wrote You A Letter
  
  Posted at 9:17 pm by a quiet man, on December 7, 2022
  I do this quite often,
  
  these expressions,
  
  my state of mind, how I live,
  
  how I breathe
  
  how my thoughts drive me
  
  drive me further to those places
  
  I cannot understand.
  
  I wrote you a letter,
  
  and prayed you might see
  
  my words.
  
  My peace is found when I can imagine,
  
  your soft eyes on the paper,
  
  this form of letterwriting
  
  so barren with the use of a computer,
  
  yet the words come to me,
  
  I in a flash have something I want to say,
  
  and will never know,
  
  if when received
  
  they might mean something to you.
  
  I wrote you a letter today,
  
  I hope it finds you at peace.
  
  I truly do with every word I write,
  
  a letter to you,
  
  a promise I will forever keep.
  
  I wrote a letter to you today …
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- I Did Love Her
  
  Posted at 11:23 am by a quiet man, on December 3, 2022
  She stole my heart
  
  I willingly complied,
  
  it was summer time,
  
  and we were each in a slide.
  
  We found one another
  
  one sultry afternoon,
  
  dressed for the temps
  
  she had legs
  
  made me swoon,
  
  but then it was our conversation,
  
  the reach for intrigue,
  
  the settling of one’s heart
  
  when the feeling of being listened to
  
  becomes paramount in our needs.
  
  Oh summer turned to fall,
  
  with epic letters shared back and forth,
  
  how I wish I hadn’t lost hold,
  
  and know I can only hope today,
  
  she has words tucked away,
  
  for she always had memory,
  
  when holding my heart,
  
  cupped in her loving hands.
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- For This Bridge
  
  Posted at 1:52 am by a quiet man, on September 25, 2020
  First moments
  
  when eyes met
  
  privacy in an observed
  
  gentle flow
  
  arms entwined
  
  we knew passion again
  
  the freedom under our bodies
  
  a sound of a constant
  
  symbol of life
  
  in a natural setting.
  
  Us on this our
  
  silent passion
  
  a kiss longing
  
  like forever
  
  we did wait with
  
  patience
  
  the sun peeking through the forest
  
  all in the measured
  
  quiet
  
  is love.
  
  ©️Scott F Savage 9/2020
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- When Lost In A Classic Romance
  
  Posted at 5:14 pm by a quiet man, on September 16, 2020
  To find a solution to such heartbreak,
  
  might there be that leading moment.
  
  A protagonist would surely instigate,
  
  surround the world might the righteous
  
  indignation is a proposal of certainty.
  
  ~
  
  Ah the fickle nature of what may be love
  
  inside the fantasy of broadened strokes
  
  a passionate plea, a surreal sensuality
  
  all of the makings of inevitable heartbreak
  
  as humanity falter upon emotional sword.
  
  ~
  
  We the fallible sort would shed some tear
  
  inside the cavernous nature of loss
  
  that the soul might wander alone again
  
  a forest of perilous eyes watching upon
  
  quiet resolve in winsome summer breeze
  
  ~
  
  We do talk of changing seasons sweet agony
  
  would that our lives implode in love’s sorrow.
  
  © Scott F Savage 9/2020
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- Green Rain Boots
  
  Posted at 12:20 am by a quiet man, on September 5, 2020
  Once I knew love
  
  sitting directly across from me,
  
  paging through magazines
  
  in the school library.
  
  ~
  
  It was then the hair on my back,
  
  rose to recognize the moment
  
  her glance was only to me,
  
  no one else nearby to notice.
  
  ~
  
  She wore green rain-boots
  
  thigh high and quite elegant
  
  speaking with her silence
  
  a pensive maybe knowing smile.
  
  ~
  
  Eventually rising with a pen in hand
  
  the magazines never reaching the rack,
  
  placed conspicuous on the table
  
  remains in my sight with her glance.
  
  ~
  
  She ventured away
  
  while I waited to hear the library doors
  
  clasp in their obvious manner
  
  to suggest a student in departure.
  
  ~
  
  It was then I discovered her cubicle,
  
  pen in hand and a smile matched my own.
  
  © Scott F Savage 9/2020
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- Sadness is Soft
  
  Posted at 8:23 pm by a quiet man, on July 14, 2020
  Something about love,
  
  the classics
  
  in detail the words
  
  we share together
  
  might have meaning for years.
  
  How often is there a fantasy
  
  holds truth to tenderness,
  
  holds our lives
  
  a similar story
  
  reminds us to always shed tears.
  
  When it rains on a summer day,
  
  I can feel you next to me,
  
  because there was that afternoon,
  
  we did
  
  hold each other – heart and soul.
  
  If I cannot see your eyes,
  
  sadness
  
  will still bring me closer to you,
  
  having felt your touch,
  
  having known soft love.
  
  © Scott F Savage 7/2020
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- One Time
  
  Posted at 11:17 am by a quiet man, on June 27, 2020
  Words were painful
  
  almost deafening
  
  in a manner of choice.
  
  We might wish
  
  tulips and sunrise
  
  would accentuate
  
  setting suns
  
  and twilight streams,
  
  far enticing moments
  
  beyond some surreal
  
  confusion.
  
  Yet
  
  only made up dreams,
  
  fantasy would remain
  
  – and those words –
  
  though somehow such is
  
  denial
  
  ’my affection is only
  
  because
  
  I care too much’
  
  People pleaser delight
  
  rather crush my soul.
  
  ___________________________________________
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 6/2020
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- How to Let Go
  
  Posted at 11:41 pm by a quiet man, on May 18, 2020
  Diminish
  
  persuade the mind
  
  imagine otherwise
  
  cease any recall
  
  of soft chatter
  
  silent eyes would seek hers
  
  allow his every word
  
  burn through your soul
  
  rather he might
  
  feel love resonate
  
  did he
  
  once before
  
  confusion
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 5/2020
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- Was That Love
  
  Posted at 3:56 am by a quiet man, on April 11, 2020
  That drove him to lose his mind
  
  when a walk in the wood could remind
  
  him of a moment with her
  
  rather than loneliness up there.
  
  Deep in the forest he could breathe
  
  a beautiful sunrise he might grieve
  
  though the sigh he would feel
  
  gave his heart such silent reveal.
  
  While now his world severely changed
  
  a universal appeal does rearrange,
  
  our priority
  
  is one of meant clarity.
  
  Glance out into this new landscape
  
  a room with slat curtains cannot escape
  
  this reality of now his village
  
  sans human interaction like some pillage.
  
  Look outside toward a forest of city wine
  
  would she might sweet silence entwine.
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 4/2020
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