Saturday, July 23, 2022

I thought it was love

 

 

You tell me it wasn’t

I ask, Please tell me

how to know

Is it something I’d see

in your eyes?

Feel when you’d wrapped

your coat around me,

shivering yourself

that day on Carson Beach

Or sense when you shared

your family memories

while we waded at Mattapoisett?

Do you really know

for sure,

it wasn’t?

 

©2021 Muriel Thumm

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