Who you were there
eyes lit
smile glistening
passion sparkling
walking hand in hand
through the summer rain
fueled poetry
and wishful thinking.
Who you were there,
who I was then,
both left behind.
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Shawn L. Bird 
I like this a lot.
Thanks, Scott.
Lovely! This one has such FEELING! Not many poems I read touch me “where I live,” but this short poem is powerfully evocative in special ways that bring back memories of the heart.
Thank you. I am pleased you were touched.
Fuelled poetry indeed 🙂
indeed.
Absolutely perfect!
Thanks, Tamara.
I think I already mentioned you were on a roll. This is one of my favorites.
You get too many favourites and you’ll be in a quandary. 😉
you’d just have to collect them in a book and I’ll be quandary-less.
You’ll be happy to know that I am in the process of doing exactly that. 🙂 I am just making final selections. I will be sending off the collection to an excellent Canadian poetry publisher later this month, with fingers crossed!
Then my fingers are crossed as well…
Thanks, Jeff!
I love this poem, especially the ending line. Beautiful!
Thank you.
That really got to me for some reason. Chilling. Good work.
Thanks Arthur.
Memories of such times still lingers…. Beautiful poem.
Thanks. 🙂
Shawn – you’re a phenomenal writer and expressionist!
Thank you, I’ve never been called an expressionist before. 🙂
It suits you. 🙂
walking hand in hand
through the summer rain
fueled poetry
and wishful thinking.
This was my favorite line. I remember being inspired to write poetry during such moments.