Her pages

He scrolled through her pages and picked himself off her poems, her stories 

He traced a semblance of who they once were etched in the details and light moments that floated through the words 

A distant romance fell lightly in cues sprinkled along the way  

His signature engraved in her writings 

The first line of his favorite phrase 

A stanza on heart break 

A nostalgic tweet 

He could feel the emotion as he run his fingers over the lines 

Aged attraction watermarked the pages held up against the afternoon light 

The run in of old paths secret and true eased his mind
 
Seeds planted in youth now rooted and mazed like thread on a quilt 

Telling histories revealing mysteries 

Stories on life’s tapestry 

Mrs. O 

Poem 6. Page 22.

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    1. Thanks Jennifer. I'm glad you liked it and thanks for dropping in. Oh my word! I remember your blog from way back when hahaha - good to know we are still walking the blogging streets :-).

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