And then your mind drifted to the moment,
you heard the tune for the very first time,
at the mall,
by the payphone,
they don’t make anymore…
so you held on a little harder to the memory
and let your heart soar to music once more.
poetry copyright neha 2019
forgottenmeadows 
April 3, 2019 at 1:35 pm
Nice… 😎🥀
April 4, 2019 at 8:23 pm
Thank you!
April 3, 2019 at 2:15 pm
🙂 Beautiful!!
April 4, 2019 at 8:23 pm
Thank you Pragal!
April 3, 2019 at 4:49 pm
Lovely. Neha, are you writing the poems based on any daily prompts?
April 4, 2019 at 8:24 pm
Thank you so much Megha, I haven’t used a prompt yet but I intend to on some of them. 🙂
April 3, 2019 at 5:27 pm
Loved this. Such floaty gentle nostalgia with poignant feelings we’ve all had. Just beautiful. If this is the draft, I am excited for the final! ❤️
April 4, 2019 at 8:24 pm
Thank you so much this was the final not the draft, glad you liked it 🙂
April 3, 2019 at 6:15 pm
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
April 4, 2019 at 8:24 pm
Thank you so much for the reblog!
April 5, 2019 at 3:21 am
You are welcome so much.
April 4, 2019 at 7:50 am
Beautiful poem Neha. I can’t help wondering what the music was that inspired this…
April 4, 2019 at 8:24 pm
Thank you so much Brad!