Thursday Thoughts: The Return – A Poem (and The Olympics – Part 10)

Last night, I was inspired to write a poem which I scrawled in the margins of the crossword puzzle I was doing.

The Return

I thought I caught a glimpse
Of you from afar
I don’t know how long it’s been
Since you graced my presence

Hoping for a visit
But hopes dashed
In a flash

I almost forgot your smell
And the sound of your voice
It may sound strange
But I miss how your coldness
Caresses my face

Did you remember?
Do you have a better place to be? 

I heard you outside
Your voice echoing off the trees
I would have come out to meet you 
I had just gone to bed
So instead

I stood on the balcony
Watching your tears paint the ground
The thirsty earth taking your essence away
As fast as you give
It’s not enough
I’ve missed you


Can’t forget the Olympics…

In the “That’s just mean” category, I was watching some of the 4X400m relay heats, and I noticed that once the front runners hand of the baton, some just stand on the track, forcing the slower runners to weave around them. C’mon people, really? Get out of the way. (I could have said that with profanity…)


Leon Stevens is a blogger, composer, artist, and an author of four books (so far): Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and PicturesJourneys: Eight Original Pieces for Classical Guitar, The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories, and The View from Here, his first science fiction novella.

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