Every now and again
I look at you,
Captured there in a moment,
Smiling,
Mid sentence,
Mine,
The way I remember you.
And I think of those days
Those days
Those days when we were young,
Those days when all we needed,
And all we had,
Was each other and a dream
Every now and again
I think of late night talks,
And starry island nights
And promises made,
If not to you
At least to me,
And if not believed by you
At least by me,
Only to be dismissed in later days,
Alone,
And seen,
As you did back then,
As romantic notions
Dreamed of
In romantic places.
Every now and again
I look at you,
And wonder,
And pause,
And drift away,
And feel that old familiar feeling.
But all too soon it fades,
Surrendering to another pause,
One that reminds of today,
And yesterdays that are gone,
Put away like your photographs,
And memories
That can only be relived
Briefly.
© 2009, Tim (P) Prendeville
Posted by ellen on November 19, 2009 at 3:53 pm
memories of love , thank you for giving me my life of happiness ,
Posted by Dan Sprague on September 30, 2009 at 7:27 am
Tim,
Keep the dream alive.
Moment snapshots in the mind – marvellous, comforting, strengthening.
Onward, because love is stronger than death.
Posted by Miss Demure Restraint on September 5, 2009 at 12:32 pm
A wonderful description of past love . . . not forgotten, just put away.
Posted by 1writegirl on August 4, 2009 at 7:52 pm
It’s about time you wrote something new! Well done.
Posted by Ben on August 3, 2009 at 12:34 pm
I like it! I love the description of nostalgia and the memories of love. Can’t wait to find my own special someone and spend my life with her. Thanks for sharing!
Posted by serenity30 on July 29, 2009 at 8:09 am
What a beautiful post.
Posted by Steven Mullaney on July 24, 2009 at 10:35 am
Very good
Posted by tim prendeville on July 24, 2009 at 10:08 am
Thanks Vic … glad you enjoyed … and thanks for stopping by … Tim
Posted by Vic on July 24, 2009 at 10:03 am
Tim, these prose were like a picture in an album of mine. Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing.