Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist

The Note

I found the note,
Hidden in a book,
Read it once,
Had to take another look.

The sides were crumpled,
Ink beginning to fade,
Lines were smudged,
My heart began to race.

I read it thoroughly,
A tear did form.
Another soon joined it,
Tried to hold back the flood.

The more I read it,
Harder to smile it was,
A memory lingered,
As I read on and on.

I miss those days,
Truth I miss your smile,
The way you taught me,
Your tongue sticking out.

© 2014-2016

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