Recuerdos de Invierno

We would talk
Talk for hours
Until 3 AM

In the silence
We would hold hands
Look through the car roof
And count stars

This was it
And all it will ever be

A memory
That can never be repeated

Reviews

[Eric]

Beautiful piece.
I could actually picture it in my head, like a memory I had of someone I loved,
who is not longer here.
I love how you ended it, a memory that can never be repeated.
Thank you for sharing.

[emmajoygreen]

Even if repeated.. are never quite the same. A beautifully, gently said poem but sated with emotion