The Lake
It was night when we first went,
To that lake in our town.
You'll never know how much it meant,
To be with our small group.
We promised that night,
At that lake in our town,
To do it again sometime,
Even though we were college bound.
Will we see each other again?
At that lake in our town?
The past says, "of course when?"
The future holds the murky unknown.
👁 7💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.