and there - amidst the clutter - a tiny keepsake lay
cobwebbed with the lapse of time
Long years collapse away
into a moment
Much overdue return
Beneath the must a scent
of youthful indiscretion lingers
tugs up
the crinkled corners of my mouth
and drags me back to that beach on that day
long passed away
and how the kiss had come as a surprise
the gift as well
the mischief in your eyes
It can't have cost you more than a few quid
and now, six houses
five flings
eight jobs
and five continents later I stand
before it
and it reaches
into my pocket, pulls out my phone
and dials your number
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice elaboration of those lost out days with sweet memories..... good penning, love it.