Friday, March 17, 2017

He held her close


The laughter lines around her eyes
Lips not so full as those once kissed
But his heart beat just like a drum
As his mind flashed back through time's mist

So many years had now passed by
Since he had seen his old girlfriend
They stopped, they talked, he touched her cheek
What chance of fate to comprehend

Her sad eyes did not leave him once
As to the coffee shop they went
He held her hand, fingered her palm
A small tear was her message sent

They talked of little and of much
They talked of children and of pain
He held her close then let her go
They both planned to meet up again

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23 comments:

  1. Whistles!!❤️๐Ÿ’˜This is absolutely exquisitely penned, Robin! I love the poignancy of this poem especially; "Her sad eyes did not leave him once. As to the coffee shop they went. He held her hand, fingered her palm, a small tear was her message sent." Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support❤️๐Ÿ’˜


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. You write of romance and the poignancy of love so well. I felt their sadness during stolen moments,,,

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  3. He held her close then let her go
    They both planned to meet up again

    Great ending, Robin! It is always refreshing when it ends well.

    Hank

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  4. The reviving of relationships are always such a treat--to read about and to experience. Love that they are still so comfortable with each other, that they touch, that they discuss the new things in their lives... just wonderful.

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  5. Unbeatable at good ol' romance!

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  6. Love that second beginning. Such a happy poem to read.

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  7. Lovely writing...so tender and bittersweet.

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  8. I hadn't expected that hopeful finish – and I love it.

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  9. There is still a spark that exists between old loves. Your poem nails it.

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  10. Wow, this reminds me of an old boyfriend I met at a coffee shop so many years ago, and you described perfectly the feeling of meeting him again later on. He has since passed away but I will always remember him fondly. You brought me a tear. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.

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  11. One can feel the emotions an ember of hope, that the fire will once again ignite.

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  12. A story of reconnection, poignantly told!

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  13. I love the heartache interwoven with hope in this poem. The line, ' They talked of little and of much" was particularly poignant to me, because it perfectly captured the essence of old love.

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  14. A wonderfully romantic story............beautifully done, Robin.

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  15. this was so romantic. you have an adventurous soul. thanks for sharing.

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  16. So sweet. I sense there was a lot said without words in this situation. Lovely writing Robin.

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  17. Second chances, who knew, Robin? Loved the intimate details on this poem.

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  18. Ah that fingering of the palm ~ sigh ~ it there a more tender, caring gesture? A lovely capture.

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  19. "A small tear was her message sent"
    that small tear says a lot

    Thank you for dropping in at my Sunday Standard this week Robin

    much love...

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  20. Beautiful...so much love transcending life's troubles XXX

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  21. I feel that I read this one before, though here is a smoother, more immediate version of it. No one writes these romance narrative poems better than you.

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