About the Poem
My memories after having dinner for the last time with someone with whom I was in love.
The Town Hall Bell |
| by David |
| I can smell the melting cheese on my spaghetti, from the last time we had dinner. I recall the details of a picture in an antiques shop that I probably could not even find now. The waitress grinding the pepper, The tight curves of her white breasts. The sun on the paint on the window, My sweating forehead over the candle in a wine bottle. The putrid taste of cheap beer, just to make the meal dante. Ice cream and chocolate, just to watch her eat it. My money for a week spent in one day. For my old love is gone now, So far, far away. No candle may flicker, no music may play, Nor flow like a river, like dinner that day. |
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5 Visitor Comments
Anum
It was really good and definitely well-written. Keep up the good work.
Becca
oh my god. that poem so made me cry just to think you can rember just that day and its gone. it was so touching
Annie
Beautiful, simple poetry.
cammy
very sweet poem
Corrie
What a beautiful poem. From the heart. David, you should write more.
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