down the narrow lane
she smiled and told me
how much she loved me
her palm reaching out
to touch my cheek
I remember her touch
from way back when
and closed my eyes
as if it was yesterday
walking empty-handed
down the narrow lane
I really wasn’t sure
who was leaving who
june two thousand thirteen
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So often in this life
My head is scratched
As I try to puzzle out
Its meanings and events.
My comfort comes when
I see other heads scratched.
And thus, unresolved,
We all walk to the lane’s gate.
Beautifully put, Archie. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
Down the Narrow Lane…I find it remarkable that you can tell a story in a few lines and also evoke images of the scene unfolding. Well done!
So glad you enjoyed this short poem, Bev. Thank you for your kind words.
Beautifully written. Poignant and really tugs emotionally. Am sure we’ve all been faced with this kind of emotional confusion of “what just happened?”
Thank you so much for visiting and responding to this piece, Maggie.
It’s amazing how time can truly stand still in matters of the heart…Memories gently folding themselves around you — a sweet reminder that love , whether fleeting or deep, never fades completely. Thanks for yet another great post!
It’s also amazing how a single spark can bring back images in your mind as vivid as when they originally occurred. So glad you enjoyed this one, Shauna.
Love this one very much!! It fills me with longing.
Thanks so much, Lola – happy to hear this one touched you!