The Other Side
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Our love was but an arc in time
A span of moments
Bridging one shore to another
Built by foundling lovers
Across a river wide
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A sunrise and a sunset
Marking the passage of time
The slow waltz of the sun
Shining on our day as one
While the moon awaits
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Lost in the rhythm and the rhyme
We danced while they played
The beauty of a song
Lasting but minutes long
Set in a minor key
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There will always be a then
Living in my now
That binds my past
To what did not last
But I am standing on the other side
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
looking across from being in one place and finding yourself in the other – well done
Thanks, Beth! You so get me.
How easily we take moments with another for granted, only lamenting on the loss of time with them when they are not present. This felt personal, brought back to me the one name I could insert into it, as though it was written with that purpose.
Thanks, sis! What a lovely thing to say.
Profound thoughts. I thought it was interesting that you gave the sun the rhythm of a waltz. Good choice of rhythms and you have, through that simile, made the entire poem waltz with intensity and beauty. Lovely work indeed my friend.
Thank you, my good friend! You have a discerning eye.
You’re very welcome my good friend! And thanks!
Lovely Brad what a creative thought for a poem. We do indeed look back at our lives and what we have done while continuing to live. Beautiful Brad. Love and hugs Jonikins
Thank you, Jonikins! Love and hugs to you!
That last stanza…I now see me on the other side of the river with more grace. Minor keys are beautiful; they come in at just the right timing! Well-done my friend. 🤍🤗
Thank you, Karla! I appreciate you and your kind words. Much love! 💖🤗
You’re so welcome 💛🤗
Many a good old song has been written along those lines….
But your poem needs no music to bring back what old love defines
Thank you, mistermuse! Very poetically said.
Awesome job!
Thank you, Joy!
I liked these two lines in particular:
There will always be a then
Living in my now
another wonderful poem, Brad!
Thank you, Jim! I, too, was particularly proud of that phrase.
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My punishment for being tardy is that I have to echo Jim’s comment. I love that There will always be a then Living in my now.
Thanks, Geoff! Every once in a while, I find a pearl.