Mistaken

From a distance

She was a

dancing girl

I met on a

Bus to Venice.

Finding much in common

And shelter in laughter

On the short journey

We were piazza

Supper partners that evening,

Witnessed the new

San Marco moon

Hand in hand…

Were gentle lovers

By sunrise.

Such memories disturbed

By mistaken identity

And longing.

25/6/2013

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10 thoughts on “Mistaken

  1. Oloriel says:

    A very melancholic write, but a gentle tale non the less.

  2. Love this kind of thing. Indications but nothing definite. Was it a good or bad experience In the long run. we are left to wonder. Delicious stuff

  3. very well-penned. great write. Thank you!
    Ann Marie

  4. wisejourney says:

    Oh how longing can be so many things…joy….hope…sadness…uncertainty…excitement….

    A wonderful word packed with possibilities

  5. Sam Han says:

    it was a beautiful night you had and the memories are forever etched.

  6. SHINING EXAMPLE OF THE EMOTIONAL WAVES OF HEART AND SOUL.

  7. princessiyaaffo says:

    this has just made me nostalgic of feelings I even haven’t extremely felt. Magical feeling. thank you!

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