DocAndersen
If I looked would you still be there? hiding under the trestle perhaps some
days looking out, other days looking in.
Are you sad now?
There with your feet in the water
with your eyes on the trees
watching the leaves blow in the wind.
Are you sad now?
Sad?
Or just angry
mad that all things change.
That the path to what you dream of
and what you saw
was gone.
Perhaps not sad
lonely
angry
some other empty thing
beneath the trestle
all alone.
I was a bit sad but not now 🙂
Thank you. That is a very kind compliment!
I love the poem.
Thank you!!!!
Great poetry. Amazing
Thank you so much!