Coastpoet

There was a distance
on the day
from where I was
and where I did not want to be.
A welcome cold
licked the moment
and memories played
on the quiet scene.

From where I was
the city where I was born
held its sad moments strong
like a silent beggar
known to none
and from where I was
I looked
to where I did not want to be.

© Coastpoet