Rambling Poet #4

Out of nowhere I see
brown boots with black shoe laces.

Tied up like feelings from
distant remembrance,
me watching those boots walk away.

Slave to a random thought,
That is the smell of your hair.
I remembered you.
Even when I didn’t want to.

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2 thoughts on “Rambling Poet #4

    • Thank you!

      Have to look Merrit Malloy up, do you know the name of a poem specifically? Its amazing how people can write something similar when dealing with similar emotions.

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