N.S.


(Not on Katie.)

A pigeon's crooing in the winter,
the light falling of the snow,
the darkness of the morning,
and the campfire's last glow.

It's been years since I have felt you,
it's been longer since I have held you;
but I have always missed you,
and I 'll never let you go.
Copyright ©2005 Ashi Shadow 12/2/05
Another poem to be read slowly. Not on Katie, on N.S. N.S. is Nostalgic Silence. The poem is on Nostalgic Silence. On memories. On listening to nothing loud, and nostalgically remembering what wasn't. The poem's to be read once not knowing that, and read again then knowing that. "you" are memories.