The following poem is a little more "experimental" than most of my stuff, in that I've put a bit more thought into the structure. Rather than just posting raw verse, I've taken a little bit of time with it. I was going to call it "Hint of Ascent" as a play on the last line, but that just felt a bit like I was trying to be cleverer than I am.
Anyway, let me know what you think. It's another true story.
Hope, Half Remembered.
I can't quite remember.
Did we once share
Time together?
Finding common ground,
One broken summer.
Or is that memory
A half-remembered dream?
(I've had dreams like that, you see.)
I think it's a bit of both.
I wonder how we missed it
(Was there something there? Maybe.)
The memory of it lifts me
Unexpectedly.
Some what if's
Are all too near.
They rip and tear.
Some are like
The hint of a scent.