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Scotland in November
looking back
it seems quite obvious
we were doomed
before we started
so very far apart
culturally and
geographically
but we had so much
together
laughter
and passion
and all that love
so many great times
and those special moments
I’ll always remember
but the passion faded
and the laughter died
and the love
just wasn’t enough
to cross the distances
or hide the differences
deep down
it still lingers
and sometimes
briefly flickers
but nothing can hide
the harsh truth
you were July
on the Côte d’Azur
and I was
Scotland in November
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Wowwww, I love the way you write this stuff…the ache, the longing, the embers that still flicker–and the last 4 lines, nothing short of Brilliant. I enjoy these even though they’re sad and remind me of love that couldn’t be. Bravo, here’s to Someday Love.
Thanks, Leslie, glad you enjoyed, even if it hurt too.
I’m impressed you’re still optimistic!
Thanks, my friend–it’s taken decades to learn gratitude and hope. Better late than never 🙂 Stay well, God bless you.
This is very relatable, especially the lingering moments of the good time shared.
Always good to have the memories, Cassa
Beautiful and sad.
But it contains so much joy and happiness.
What you unfailingly capture so well and so gently is the transitory nature of it all.
Meant to mention the wonderful sounds of these lines…
‘to cross the distances
or hide the differences’
Thanks, Jenne, it’s good to live the moments, really savour them, so they can be better remembered later