And We Are But A Memory Poem by Stan Rodriguez
And We Are But A Memory
Now that I have found you
within the darken street of
San Francisco—knowing we have
no other place to go
I ask that you to embrace me
(if you will)
and hide me from the wetness of the cold
Just whisper words of love
and I'll surrender
before the time that we have left, is gone
and we become— but a memory to remember
when days grow old and we are all alone.
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5/3/2024 7:47:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I ask that you to embrace me (if you will) and hide me from the wetness of the cold...very poetic, and full of desire...... love.. thank u dear poet. tony.