What is it that makes us stop
What brings a memory back
Is it a smell or a passing face
Causing us to stop in our track.

Is it a face we long to see again
Maybe a chance to hold a hand
A gentle caress or a tender kiss
Blushing as we stop and stand.

The mind can call up memories
Images that feel as real as day
Giving us a chill or maybe a shiver
Thoughtful with nothing to say.

Let’s hope good outweigh the bad
That we smile more than we cry
That they make us remember
Not just pause to wonder why.


About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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2 Responses to Pondering

  1. valarie russell says:

    Lol sure your not a mind reader?That was beautiful.

    • graypoet says:

      Unfortunately, there are times when it seems I am too close to a mind… hard to ignore feelings they have, hard not to worry about situations they find themself in…

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