By Beckie Carlson
Thursday Night
Thursday night and and it feels like forever
since we have touched
since we have talked.
Thursday night and it feels like a mountain
of things left unsaid
of days spent unshared.
Thursday night and it feels like a bottle
so empty and hollow
so full of regret.
Thursday night and it feels like nothing
can change how it is
can change how it went.
Thursday night and it feels like a dream
the life I once lived
the life I had you.
Cause I said so.
Photo credit: www.sodahead.com
Very nice, Beckie! and I love the picture you chose to go with it. hugs~
ReplyDeleteWonderful.
ReplyDeleteThanks ladies...I don't claim to be a poet but when the mood strikes...
ReplyDelete