Remembering You

 

I find myself often remembering you,

wondering about all the things we never got to do.

I remember the way that you used to smile,

in a way that reflected your own special style.

I remember how you would say the most beautiful things,

in my mind and ears your words still ring.

I remember your voice ~ it’s still very clear,

the way you spoke without a trace of fear.

I remember how physically fit you were,

just watching you move made something in me stir.

The wonderfully cut muscles ~ so strategically placed,

on your strong black frame, so perfectly encased.

Remembering you brings to my heart great pleasure,

for our brief time together, I will always treasure.

Remembering how you filled my heart and touched my very soul,

all my love and attention, you skillfully stole.

I guess remembering is really not such a crime,

as my memories of you grow fonder with time.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

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Fallen Love

 

When we first met, I was so attracted to you,

without a doubt, I know you were too.

For my love, I made you respect me and wait,

your patience was one of your strongest traits.

We played, we teased ~ at any rate,

never foreseeing our inevitable fate.

We laughed and loved for such a brief time,

until together we could no longer climb.

I’ve wondered and pondered about what went wrong,

while allowing this experience to make me strong.

Strong so that I can learn from past mistakes,

and all the hard work a relationship takes.

The “good” and “bad” both play a part,

but they can’t separate us if we’re true in our hearts.

Sometimes the truth is the most painful thing,

the words that ended us in my ears still ring.

In spite of everything, I wish you the best,

 your absence in my life has truly been a test.

 

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall