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We sit slightly apart.

Cigarettes are lit
As we listen to melodies of long missed tunes.

Intoxicated with nostalgia
He speaks of youthful dreams
And getting drunk on jazz.
Through the puffed smoke
His face seems younger and less tired
While my heart aches with memories
That are not mine.
He says the music reminds him of who he once was
And how much missed are the days when tomorrow
Was not feared.
Silent now and still
My mind bottles up with words
That my lips fail to speak
Too weak.
Maybe tomorrow
Iíll have the strength to tell him
How beautiful he is.


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The following comments are for "all about him"
by abi

The interpersonal relationship is captured like a slow-motion replay in this write. The setting, intimacy, and conversation add flavor to the focal point of the piece: this man's heart.

Great job!

( Posted by: TheGadfly [Member] On: December 16, 2004 )

My favorite poet in the world says, "My mind bottles up with words
That my lips fail to speak". Oh how sweet and tender your poem is. How utterly powerful and meaningful. It felt like watching a movie, the whole atmosphere was set up and I could almost hear the music. How lucky this man is to have you love him so tederly, so patiently, and so youthfully. Your pieces are always a joy. What your lips fail to speak share with us!! Love you,

( Posted by: Serendipity [Member] On: December 16, 2004 )

thank u
thank you greg tina and mona for your comments i'm really glad you read and commented it's always a great joy for me.
greg i'm happy you got that slow motion feel from the piece because this is how it played in my mind.
tina i am so excited that you read and liked my poem it really is an honour and the line you liked is to my favorite it's one of the enigma's of loving someone so much.
mona you know me so well! i really did approach this piece like i would have a scene in a movie i really appreciate how you feel about my work you always were a great source of engouragment for me and calling me your favorite poet well i'll have to tell you how i feel about that when i see you.

( Posted by: abi [Member] On: December 17, 2004 )

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