A Wanderer

Waking up at Mt. Pico De Loro

Waking up at Mt. Pico De Loro

Maybe by tomorrow morning,
I would have forgotten about you;
How you live in my poems
And how I lost in my words.

Maybe by this midnight, I would
Have stopped dreaming about you.
So whenever I gaze at the night sky
I’ll see the moon and not your face.

Maybe later tonight when
I finish this poem and decide
To lie in my meadow, I would have
Remembered how to go home.

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4 responses to “A Wanderer

  1. You make poetry exciting to read. I love what you did here. These are really nice lines: “So whenever I gaze at the night sky / I’ll see the moon and not your face.”

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  2. Thank you, Ben. As always, your kind words are appreciated! (:

    Like

  3. Touching and heartfelt words, Lex..another lovely write.

    Like

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