that lonesome road
repressed memories lay in shadows
begging to be found
along the side of the road
leading to a place called redemption
I was supposed to pick up the pieces
but I was busy
losing track of precious time
barreling down this lonesome highway
forgive me for my forgetfulness
those wildflowers found
in the middle of somewhere
were meant to bloom in your memory
this love I possess is eternal
quietly moves on
past tomorrow’s horizon
and beyond the roadway to the stars
october two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
Love cannot be better than that.
There is sincerity and passion in this poem. Wonderful.
Thank you, Kate – I’m elated knowing you think so.
simply beautiful . melancholy magic.
thank you dear Denise