This is really lovely, Gail.

October 25, 2015 at 10:25 AM

Oh no! Parting can be such sweet sorrow or?

October 25, 2015 at 10:32 AM

Love always feels better afterwards.. real life mixes lemon and sugar.

October 25, 2015 at 10:51 AM

beautiful and it is my favorite of today's poems.

October 25, 2015 at 10:55 AM

Nice response to the prompt.

October 25, 2015 at 11:41 AM

Ah young love and its bitter-sweet farewell. Classic :)

October 25, 2015 at 11:55 AM

Beautiful writing Gail, so much is conveyed in those last lines, an entire story!

mindlovemisery

October 25, 2015 at 12:41 PM

Ah those dreams talked about in a tree house can be real treasures to remember.

October 25, 2015 at 12:54 PM

Oh, so sad.......a haunting memory, tenderly told.

October 25, 2015 at 1:42 PM

Well done again Gail - you've definitely got a away with words and how you bring them together.

Hope the week ahead goes well for you.

All the best Jan

October 25, 2015 at 1:42 PM

'and then i moved away' says it all!
remarkable poem. thanks for sharing.

October 25, 2015 at 1:52 PM

Oh, THIS:
"Paris was a dream
talked of in tree houses
on rainy days"

October 25, 2015 at 1:57 PM

I remember that day... ah sweet and bitter.
ZQ

October 25, 2015 at 2:15 PM

Beautiful poem, Gail! Happy Sunday!

October 25, 2015 at 4:16 PM

Oh the sad and sweet ending of a love....

October 25, 2015 at 4:40 PM

Gracefully done!

October 25, 2015 at 4:55 PM

This is a lovely exploration of the collage Gail. Beautifully done.

October 25, 2015 at 6:06 PM

Ah, the poignancy of young romance!

October 25, 2015 at 7:24 PM

So bittersweet ~ loved it.

October 25, 2015 at 7:52 PM

How we still yearn for just a little bit more of those fleeting romances of long ago and wonder what if?

October 25, 2015 at 8:16 PM

Love 'topaz between two diamonds.' Sad when one has to move away, isn't it?

October 25, 2015 at 8:20 PM

Wistful. First love interrupted. Dreamy collage.

October 25, 2015 at 8:26 PM

I thought this was BEST . . . brilliant . . .

October 25, 2015 at 8:58 PM

Makes one feel so young, Gail! It is refreshing!

Hank

October 25, 2015 at 9:36 PM

tiptoed kiss part is funny,

very short but compact efforts, well penned.

October 25, 2015 at 9:39 PM

That heartbreaking move when you believe you will never make such a friend again!

October 25, 2015 at 11:32 PM

Perhaps we all move on from that which we held precious as we evolve and adapt..hopefully it doesn't make it less precious or valuable..

October 26, 2015 at 7:50 AM

To those that I have not personally replied to, thank you for visiting and for your kind comments.

Wishing all a blessed week.

October 26, 2015 at 10:29 AM

Young love always has a melancholy sense underlying it, and somehow that just makes it sweeter with time. good capture,

Elizabeth

October 26, 2015 at 11:18 AM