Just because we don’t walk in rain
under that striped umbrella anymore,
me in my big brown sweater
and you in your jean jacket,
doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten
or that it wasn’t real,
doesn’t mean I don’t think of you
everytime I see a buckeye,
farmhouse or trumpet vine,
a cup of black coffee
or an old red barn.
We always knew in our logic
that too many years stood
between us, too many miles,
too much life,
but I wanted you to know
that when I sit on the porch
and the wind sweeps in on me,
I feel your kisses on my hair
and when the rain mist blows
over me, I feel your tears
on my cheeks;
listen, farm boy,
when years still my agility,
my wit and my dreams,
it will still be you,
always you,
even when it can be
no one at all.
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This poem touched me..I love it. It holds wonderful feeling of someone once loved….
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Your writing always touches me to my soul. I wish we could have known each other. I know we would have been the best of friends.
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Thank you, Connetta. I appreciate your kindness and your visiting so very much.
KC Girl,
I am glad to hear you say this. Please come back whenever you have a chance. In saying this, your words have also touched my soul. Thank you.
Nochipa
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Nochipa
You have created something that lovers of all ages can relate to.
I did tell you that this:
but I wanted you to know
that when I sit on the porch
and the wind sweeps in on me,
I feel your kisses on my hair
and when the rain mist blows
over me, I feel your tears
on my cheeks;
is something to hold onto.
mybest
Scot
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Scot,
Thank you so very much. You are kind to this poet with your words.
Nochipa
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I read this again–wow–just love it!
I assume the speaker is you–if so I would rethink the logic.
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Thanks, Scot.
You know how it is though, sometimes things have to be as they are because they cannot be another way, both in reality and in poetry. But you are very kind.
Nochipa
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