Tuesday, August 24, 2010

I'm falling over a memory
Twenty years to the day,
That train station,
a place like a photo that doesn't fade
Your voice that accent of time
I say your name, but not that day
just a kiss...like a falling memory

1 comment:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"....a place like a photo that doesnt fade...." I admire how succinct your poems are, you say what needs to be said very effectively using few lines.......since I am WAY too wordy, I can learn something from this.....good poem!