Thursday, September 12, 2024

Moon Pies and Hope

 


I’ve wandered into a memory

Juxtaposed with guilt

Traveled back into this sadness

To the chains of her jilt.


Youth and tangible memories

Fleeting happiness evoked

Love was bright and cheap

As moon pies and hope. 



We withdrew from hate

That held disappointment captive

And held on to our dreams

Within the quaint of lovers’ perspective. 


Youth and tangible memories 

Fleeting happiness evoked

Love was bright and cheap

As moon pies and hope. 







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