Even when the sun shines

We always miss moments,
Like wrong coloured jeans
Or the sample pot of
Confiture in a boutique hotel.

The sky was blue, the parasol
At the terrace a faded off grey
You in blue chinos
A shirt, a smile, sunglasses

You smiled and drew me near
Kissed me, and it was tender
I nearly melted into the embrace
I would have, I could have

We always miss moments
Even when the sun shines

Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2022-05-28 at 22:09

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree we always miss things we had, thanks for posting
Elle regards Alan

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I love this, Elle. It is both enigmatic and pictorial at one and the same time. 'We always miss moments' and yet those are the things we remember.