Sondra’s Poetry

The Latest Edition

Remember the halls where we ran
just to be ourselves?

Where we chased shadows
through words poetic?

And how you talked slow
to make phrases more dramatic?

We went from top to bottom
and surprisingly ended up in the library.

Your heart beat fast reverberating
off the shelves and over me.

You were supposed to kiss me
but I should have known better.

You left me standing
in the history section.

The latest edition
to weather the worms of time.