Thursdays

Thursdays

A Poem by Rizaclaire

You came in a dream your arms waving in the wind,
The smile on your face was carefree,
You beckon for me to come near,
I did not hesitate because I have been waiting for this moment. 

Then you whisper to me, "this would be my last Thursday."
And like any dream you were gone.
I remember that I always walk in front of you but when I look back 
You are always there right behind me, a bit nearer, close enough for me to see. 

Thursdays will never be the same again,
I will remember it with a little pain,
Just a little bit, a little bit until its gone. 

© 2020 Rizaclaire


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I love your poems, very deep and meaningful :)

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


This is sounds to me like a dream. When you are awakening and try to realize and understand what this all symbols mean to you it's have good abstractive imaginery like mostly dreams do. I enjoyed your lines full of mystery.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Rizaclaire

3 Weeks Ago

thank you, I wrote this poem awhile back after I lost someone very dear to me.

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Rizaclaire
Rizaclaire

Chicago, IL



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I am human, I am still looking for meaning and an essence to be one. I am significant only to a few but a few that I consider my world. I want to share my thoughts to those willing to give some time t.. more..

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