POETRY: The Same Path as Yesterday
6:00 PM
By Anna Francisco
4SLP
I walk on the same path as yesterday;
same potted plants in front of Delilah's,
same ringing of the bookshop's door bell,
same sweet aroma of Antonio's fresh baked bread,
same—
I slow my pace halting
I breathe in once more just to make—
There it is again!
I cannot be mistaken
That fragrance, that perfume
A hand on the waist,
the other held by another hand;
A head resting on a shoulder
Frederick, a whisper came out.
It has been four years
My name escapes your lips
Since the blissful period
A smile spreads across my face
Since the merriment of your company
Georgiana, the wind whispered
I shrug off the romantic's trance.
I wonder how long I stood in the way, I thought
feeling every bit of blood rush up my cheeks.
Then, I continued on the same path as yesterday.
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