In secluded thought you are standing

on a bridge wearing faded jeans.

A jacket of hunter green hangs loosely over

a sweat shirt that reads “Universität Ludwig”.

A paper bag is in your hand and

your eyes are glazed over,

going to or coming from a trip.

You don’t bother with  explanations.

Your memory stacks in layers like bone and skin.

Words drip like raindrops between

our open mouth kisses.

I keep the memories, nothing is left behind,

they stream through my mind

dripping from my eyes.

 

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21 thoughts on “Karlsbad

    1. Thank you Michelle, let me know if you have trouble reaching my new link. I have been told some are still being lead back to the closed blog. Have a great evening lovely lady! ❤

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  1. The imagery in this is beautiful, Holly, and very vivid. I think some memories are like that – every detail is recalled. The details of his clothing – and even the paper bag in his hand – as well as the open-mouthed kisses captivate the reader. Just lovely .

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