Things change all the time...
Looking for traces of us in the old wall,
where messages used to be scribbled, left for
the other to pickup, rendez-vous were arranged
this way...We will meet at the assigned place, neither
one would be late, both rushing into the other's arms,
safe haven, safe haven in those days...
Things change all the time
New grafitti all over, tribal marks
borderlines, delimiting territories,
no more you and I,
no more one on one romance, movements
of the masses...
Things change all the time
Posts
Nice poem. An image popped into my mind, the classic sequence of two young lovers carving their initials on an old tree trunk and then, many decades later, one of them coming back (the tree is still there, the initials are still there) and recalling with nostalgic longing how promising and simple everything looked once.
ReplyDelete