It seems so far away now that place where I once stood and peered out like the beam of a lighthouse over an ocean of possibility back when I knew that out there somewhere among all those faces was love and happiness there’d be hand-in-hand walks through woods and gardens and along rocky shores there’d be days of shared laughter or tears nights of too much wine of passion and pillow talk that would never end because there was always more to say and we needed to say it— we couldn’t not tell each other these things or we would die and I had it....didn’t I? yes...I’m sure I did though it’s faded now but I remember it as a high unlike others longer lasting and so too are these lows but they’ve never let me down
About the Poet:
Brian Rihlmann was born in New Jersey and currently resides in Reno, Nevada. He writes free verse poetry, and has been published in The Blue Nib, The American Journal of Poetry, Cajun Mutt Press, The Rye Whiskey Review, and others. His first poetry collection, “Ordinary Trauma,” (2019) was published by Alien Buddha Press.
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