Beneath the nom de plume we are who we are.

do you remember?

Would you know my gait
If merely my words parade,
While everything else lay hid?
Perhaps, should you have shared
In my thought and conversation;
Perhaps our souls recall--
Once, some time ago, I know
We rode the waves of my verse.

Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-01-31 at 12:34

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This poem takes me back to a time when I used to write poems with a man I loved. I would think I would recognize his words anywhere. How tenderly you have written this beautiful poem.