Past Tense Poem by Joan Xie
Past Tense
Rating: ★5.0
Your image was carried off
by a breeze without much struggle.
Your place was stolen by a burning candle
in a mirrored dark tunnel.
I reached out.
I furrowed the field of memory.
How did I come back with a handful of ashes.
Even my regret was sobbing in the past tense.
(2019.9.18)
Sunday, November 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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5/28/2024 3:09:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fantastic images.... a very nice write! 10+