Sans Love Poets just want to have Fun, too

Prose in the eye of the beholder:
Poems in the eyes of one's fingers... yes?

In ongoing challenge to write love poems without the word love in them -- here is one:
by Pat Darnell


my sweetest remembers

violins please

I think of you my dear

and I cannot breathe

as we walked in a park

near our house once

I go into
an arched tunnel
under memory lane

I know, it's not our lane

not our park

I know I have to stop waiting

our bond is ...well...

Never ends

We are always together

if we are all alone.