Wandering endlessly backwards
as the songs we played still fall on my heart
Backing away instead of staying,
trying to make sense of what’s fallen apart
Knowing love’s not so simple ,
sometimes, more than words can describe
like running in the rain barefoot,
while others just stay inside.
Keri London
1977©
keris journal 
Always more than words … No one has ever measured, not even the poet, how much the heart can hold … Zelda Fitzgerald
Peter,
Always the finder of perfect words. Sorry i just saw this