Another Time, Another Face (Part 2) Poem by William Mowell

Next door an angel sat
In her chair every afternoon
Her jokes I laughed at
It ended much too soon

She'd walk home at four
After the bus dropped her off
She left me wanting more
The touch of her skin so soft

In my mind I walk back
To that front porch so small
I find my self getting off track
At the beginning of Fall

Nights on the trampoline
Or just sitting and talking
Her face can still be seen
My mind its still stalking

I loved her with all my heart
She never knew
While she was tearing others apart
My love only grew

That night my heart fell flat
Lying under a harvest moon
Her chair I always sat
Her leaving like a monsoon

To this day I still think of her
Lying under a harvest moon
Her chair I do prefer
Years after that day in June

Next door an angel sat
In her chair every afternoon
That night my heart fell flat
Lying under a harvest moon