Tryst

Tryst


Could it be?
Surely not
After a lifetime
of travelers passing by

Was it still
in the same spot?
It was worth a try
 
In the crevasse
Down below
A keepsake
marking the day

A token of love
left there long ago
Buried under the clay 
 
With determination 
it was recovered
Invoking feelings
long forgotten

Lost in thoughts
Recollections stirred
All wrapped up in cotton
 
He had never returned
She was now certain
Their tryst
a faded memory

Faces become hazy
Promises spoken and broken
Conjured in a sweet reverie
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt

Word Prompt:  Haze

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  15 comments for “Tryst

  1. March 26, 2019 at 2:09 pm

    Beautiful poem Christine.

  2. March 26, 2019 at 2:31 pm

    Beautiful words! 🙋‍♀️🌻🐝

    • Christine Bolton
      March 27, 2019 at 10:04 am

      Thanks so much Bee 🙂

  3. March 26, 2019 at 2:33 pm

    Such a beautiful composition, Christine. 😊💞

    • Christine Bolton
      March 27, 2019 at 10:04 am

      Thank you my dear Punam 💕🙂

      • March 27, 2019 at 2:28 pm

        You are so welcome! 😊💞

  4. March 26, 2019 at 2:39 pm

    Time softens the hard edges of heartache. Beautiful poem, Christine.

    • Christine Bolton
      March 27, 2019 at 10:03 am

      Thank you Sue! 🙂

  5. March 26, 2019 at 3:30 pm

    Really like your words. 😉

    • Christine Bolton
      March 27, 2019 at 10:02 am

      Thanks Darnell 🙂

  6. March 26, 2019 at 7:17 pm

    oh such melancholy, i hold dear things of the past, this was lovely Christine

    • Christine Bolton
      March 27, 2019 at 10:01 am

      Thank you Gina. Yes, many of us do. Sometimes it’s best to just hold on to the memory. Revisiting always gives a different view.

  7. March 28, 2019 at 7:30 am

    Loved the poem.

    • Christine Bolton
      March 28, 2019 at 11:27 am

      Oh I’m so pleased Michele! Thank you 🙂💕

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