Memories of Us

From the moment we met...
The feelings I had for you,
Have not left.

Even as I sit to reminisce,
Each second of it.
I can not forget the trembling done...
And the sensation of the tingling,
Under a spell that would come.

As the heat of the meeting of our flesh met,
To drip and dropp from our eyelids wet.
I leave these memories with you...
With my heart at rest.

And knowing I can address my aloneness.
To easily recall,
My memories of us...
Does not leave me feeling lonely at all!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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