Another Time
It was in another time, another place
Back then he brought me red, red roses
Now my forever memory is of his face
Scent of that bouquet time will not erase
Now pressed between the pages of a book
It was in another time, another place
In my soul I keep a deeply hidden space
For him, the one who first stole my heart
Now my forever memory is of his face
Our past and present often interlace
What happened then reflected now and then
It was in another time, another place
If wishes had wings I’d be in his embrace
His breath warm against my unlined cheek
Now my forever memory is of his face
He gave me roses on the special day
With promises the young are apt to make
It was in another time, another place
Now my forever memory is of his face.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2016
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