Reminisce

This thing, the reminiscent moments
The quiet path has led us down
Beneath the moon lit skyline
With songs, poetry & books abound

This thing, the raw emotion between
The "what ifs" thought but walking northbound
Between two at night the memories pour
A beautiful walk no longer faced down

This thing, the gentle breeze slows
Take a breath in, shared in confound
The what ifs hang like the worlds weight
For a single moment dawn lingers in wait

Linda L. Wilson
9-13-2018