Fished out my ring from
the lost and found box,
our initials staring right back at
the smoking rivers
you hold dear.
‘Seek fresh air and winding roads’ —
they said.
I listened.
Still, the unforgiving Sun declined to melt away
the ghosts marring my skin.
Oh, how I’ll miss mimosas by the lake,
yummy pastries,
the forgotten book…
Fret not, darling.
Your second chance is three steps
to your left.
Take my hand.
Another film noir is about to start.
Thank you for reading!
Mini-poem part of the Midday poetry series. Check out the ‘026’ section from my ‘Midday Inspiration’ board over on Pinterest if you want to see what inspired these words.
Take care.
