Simply Matters

It's really just a simple matter of the senses, she said
But be sure not to quote me, a sure thing is never for real
As she held my head inside a noose I made
For the moments were flowing like a river going by so faraway
I hope you only remember the good things, was my reply
If they ever were it's odd to tell how to be when with the waves astir
It occurs momentarily and then gradually recedes into
A memory or two of me and you and we all too soon are gone
Still a nerve ending a synapse relapse reminds, the heart is blind
So let it go while holding close, you were warm as light and more than kind
Of the senses, she said, it's really just a simple matter



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2025-10-29 at 23:22

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