Appreciated Irony

a realzation on a late night sitting on a ball court

 

 

Songs awaken memories

Of moments we spoke

Written we shared

Rainstorms, ponds and broken pens

I'll keep those cherished moments safe

From the ruin of friendship

The irony of her voice to our current

Would be lost on neither of us

 

Author's Note

Cp. 10:03PM Thu 0738 'I Thought' Flyleaf fine, Ironic, alone, nostalgia, in park (Written, Sylph)