Seated at a roadside table
Her knee pressed yours
One timeless moment
You can’t forget
The girl with the rain soaked eyes.
She holds sorrow as a mother holds a newborn babe
Gently, softly
And you are young again and safe
In the arms of the girl with the rain soaked eyes.
You’ll say you’ve moved on yet find yourself lost in the folds of her dress,
young again and it’s your first kiss
While night turns away, she circles back
And you are a moth to light
For the girl with the rain soaked eyes.
Sadness, nostalgia. Very poetic and lovely.
Thank you. x
Beautifully bittersweet
Thank you, ksbeth. I like your post ‘Fear builds the highest fence.’