A Hundred fifty five
A memory so dear
A name to be taken by the tide
An impression imprinted on my mind
Backgrounds unknown,
Words intentionally left unsaid
The sea, the wind, music, disco-lights
Started and ended with two,
like the French do
Surprisingly became a hundred fifty five
Some things only cross your path,
to go back for-good, in life
Intensely felt the moment
Still can be tasted
Lingers on my lips
Bittersweet, but not wasted
So wrong, still so good
Worlds apart, yet so near
Superficial, still so deep
Remains a memory so dear
Very personal. Wondering if others understand the clue. Please comment.
