Yesterday Morning Poem by Gert Strydom

Yesterday Morning



I saw you yesterday morning
could kiss your soft lips,
do intimate things to you
but late in the afternoon we had to part

and now this morning
the gesture with which you push your hear back,
your smile and how you look at me
is past as if it is dead.

Sunday, April 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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