I sit in the café
Where we used to meet
And wistful thoughts
Come to mind.
I never felt
We were wrong,
You brought about
That eventual end.
And to this day,
I still believe,
We could make it.
If you would just
Give me a chance
To rekindle what
Once was
Us.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – wistful
A poignant poem.
Thanks so much!
Always a pleasure 👍