Original Poems

Everywhere

I used to see you everywhere
On every city street;
The faces might be strange to me
No one I’d ever meet

And yet, I’d see your face in them,
The color of your hair:
It didn’t matter where I went
I saw you everywhere

But time – it laughs at shadows, and
The glances just grew less;
I didn’t see you anymore
And much to my distress

I found one day that hope had died
That last gasp of romance –
No crowd seems so exciting as
When there was still
A chance

4 thoughts on “Everywhere

      1. It is as if hope is a constant searching. Looking for all these old friends and lovers. Despite whatever nightmare we lived together, all the bridges burned, I hope that my old acquaintances have peace and are okay. That is what I wish for!

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