oh baby please don’t go
best friend boarding plane
guardian angel by her side
clenching one-way ticket to
isolation island
reminiscing in her bedroom
I strum her classical guitar
singing one sad song
after another
her voice whispering in my ear
melancholic yet joyous
flipping through pages of
paintings and photographs
I feel her hand in every
familiar image
stamped and delivered
deep inside regressive minds
february two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved






I love this.
thank you
super
Thank you, Bonnie.
Terrific poem-it sounds great read aloud! -Alan
Thank you for visiting and commenting again, Alan – I greatly appreciate it.