SEASON

SEASON

Which season was it when we met
when I first saw you was it warm steamy hot or cool . . .

I wish I could remember

It was a day that should be in my memory
it went away because of selfishness

It should not have meant so little
it should have stayed with me

I wish I could remember

I have regrets that recollection . . .
would mean so much to me today

I wish I could remember

"Season" is the last poem I wrote ~ a long time ago
In 2008 I wrote this next poem. Thank you for reading my words.

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