Rewind, playback.

Rewind, playback.

From the pages

read he knew

their story,

beginning to end. 

Recited over and over,

falling in love again,

sipping tea....... 

alone in his den,

the window the view.

She died two years ago.

Reviews

[zunie frost]

Hello! Andrew :-)
such a simple and lovely poetry :-) thanks for sharing 100 points

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a very sad write...those we love, when they leave us, we often hit "playback" enough so that we memorize each moment we had with them...

[B]

waw
that was touching .................

[andrew mitchell]

Only the best writes for your eyes Nisreen!:):)