Red Shawl
Red shawl hanging in a café
Reminded me of you
And it was still the same winter
Just a different point of view
With my hands in my pocket
And the wool around your neck
Down into the night streets
I wished we wouldn’t come back
Yes to be caught up in a landscape
So dimly lit and true
I was counting on my fingers
The time I had with you
Now I got my driving license
And tonight it’s gonna freeze
But I’m really in those old streets
Although I threw away the keys
Yes you can live in different worlds
But in the end, it’s still the same
It doesn’t matter what you look like
Even if you change your name
And the shawl that you were wearing
Slowly drifts out of sight
It’s like you’re watching an old movie
Where everything's in black and white
And:
Posted Sep 4, 2022, 5:42 PM UTC
The first four verses are just perfect. I really like the theme. The overall poem is amazing. Very descriptive. Good job.