Across the bridge a cold breeze now sighs
Tears like needles filling up my eyes
Autumn mists rising spoiling the view
As I still remember loving you
There you stood waiting all wrapped up tight
I still keep coming each Friday night
And I make this trip come rain or shine
For we met here when you once were mine
Sweet you were with figure oh so trim
My eyes are now filling to the brim
The sky now darkens spilling rain
I turn and trail my way back home again
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Palpably sad. I hope there was at least something warm waiting for you. Fire, bath, dog, anything comforting.
ReplyDeleteAutumn mists rising spoiling the view
ReplyDeleteAs I still remember loving you
... as always such gentle, romantic words...
Misty can be most pleasurable - aside from the needles in the eyes and the inevitable separation... still we can dream
ReplyDeleteYes indeed still dream and remember too - an honest poignancy conjured here... With Best Wishes Scott
ReplyDeleteVery moving, Oldegg.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully poignant ❤️
ReplyDeleteI love it, so poignant :)
ReplyDelete...'til next Friday. Delightful
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Its amazing how our perspectives changes our appreciation of things, for the Autumn mist which has appeared time and time again is now bothersome to the persona, mourning the loss of his love
ReplyDeleteAn hear-felt write
Wishing you warmth Sunday
much love...
Romantically nostalgic writing!! Not to mention....yearning!
ReplyDeleteOh that longing of the past... I sense those sliding doors that's closed behind you in "what if"
ReplyDeleteSo sweetly sad, the memory, one feels the loneliness in the Friday vigil, the solitary return home.
ReplyDeleteSo sad, but with the rhyme giveing a contrasting light feel. Enjoyable read
ReplyDeleteYou are the persistent seeker and lover of lost love.
ReplyDeletemy heart consistently joins with you in your memories.
Randy
You ol' romantic!
ReplyDeleteA melancholy haunting.
ReplyDeleteAh, the heart of a romantic. My eyes now filling to the brim. Tis hard to keep those tears back when the heart remembers...
ReplyDeleteI still keep coming each Friday night
ReplyDeleteAnd I make this trip come rain or shine
For we met here when you once were mine
Most sincere feelings still reserved for someone dear to the heart. Faithfulness unsurpassed! Very touching Robin!
Hank
So sadly romantic, Robin. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThe rhyming and rhythm of the piece are handled very beautifully. Nostalgic and filled with longing, lovely
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You have also seen in the words regret at a lost love, I note. It reads well.
ReplyDeleteA lovely, wistful piece - tenderly rendered ... and so romantic.
ReplyDeleteSad yet sweet.
ReplyDeleteaww, this is so sweet..and touching.
ReplyDeleteThis poem seems to end with regret and loneliness...
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