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I Wonder What Happened to You

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Stories, it's all about the stories in life. In the vein of Lacuna and Here I Go Again is my own snapshot of stories:


I wonder what happened to you 

You wrote poems for me, 

You were going to take me to 

The Rocky Horror Picture Show 

We were going to dress up 

Your eyes turned green or blue, 

Depending on your mood 


I wonder what happened to you 

Your name like beer 

You wrote songs and played guitar 

And gave me a dragon ring 

Told me not to lick stamps, because you cared 

We’d drive the abandoned streets and 

You’d stop at green lights

 

I wonder what happened to you 

I loved the cool tattoo you drew yourself 

We’d haunt coffee shops in the city 

You made me a plastic ring  

From the coffee stir stick 

Said we were married 

We were not 


I wonder what happened to you 

You’d quote me Shakespeare and  

We dress up for the renaissance fair 

You painted me paintings 

My favorite colors and yours 

Your letters filled with cartoons 

I still have them 


I wonder what happened to you 


MVP 

Comments

  1. L. BarkerDecember 11, 2023 at 8:05 PM

    Oh, how I love this! Beautiful, sad, filled with images and echoes.

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  2. BrianDecember 11, 2023 at 10:53 PM

    You've done some living too, and were paying attention as well. Thanks, I can almost picture that person.

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