Riverfront

River Front 

Late June breeze

We walk and talk with so much ease 

Noise all around 

But you’re the sweetest sound

If only had I let my damn guard down 

That very minute I saw you frown 

Blood to my head 

With every word you said 

Loathe and despise that wretched day 

Still..not my mind did I betray 

Foolish of me to succumb and be numb 

Face to face yet still so much space 

Potent your gaze, stuck in a daze 

Indeed, absolutely an imprint was made 

Tethered to my soul, never will this memory fade

This poem was the result of an accumulation of tiny “post its”, something I’ve been doing lately.

If there was a song to set the stage for this poem, it’d be this one.