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Those Times

In moments I remember those times before.

I look back upon seconds out of hours

forgetting the other times

for those that were pleasant.

I do recall strange moments.

Standing while a stranger

consumed me.

What was I thinking?

Going through the movements

without thinking.

A crowded room and I’m sinking

into a stranger’s mouth.

That was years ago,

another place,

a time when I was drifting

like a ship at sea with no captain.

What other times I can remember

like someone I wanted to know better

but I never saw him again

after that one night.

I wanted him to stay but he had to go.

So many memories of times gone,

so many places and people,

now I’m alone with only my memories

both good and bad.

Times I would do again

and times I would never do again.

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