K.C. Ford

(not dead yet / crowle)

Summer Love


If one day you recall my name,
And if by chance this page revealed,
then read these thoughts, walk through words
lightly, as we through summer strolled,
and in the mind the image flows
with memories that form and grow.

I treasure these, the essence of our days,
the warm hand held, the softness of lips
intimate as whispered secrets revealed.

And though that time the years divide
our paths that walked apart,
You still remain, you never left
this heart that is bereft.

Submitted: Monday, October 07, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Do you still remember a summer love, or one you met for a short while before circumstance divided? Many years ago I had one such love, and this poem is the result of her and that short time we enjoyed together.

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