Romeo and Juliet

A poem of a love that won’t let go …

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: -= Bruce Berrien =- breeze via photopin(license)

I look up at your window, the curtains closed,
And wonder if you are sleeping,
Wonder if you are dreaming of me.
Do I ever cross your mind
As I wait out here in the shadows.
Do you even remember the moments
We have shared and how I declared
My undying devotion.
Or have you consigned me to the past,
To a land of lost content.
To a realm of mist and forgetfulness
And half-remembered kisses.

© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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