Within Reach Beach Walk: Romantic Iambic Poem

On my sweater still lingers
your scent so sweet.
I walk the streets,
past the beach,
but my walk’s incomplete.

I think of your eyes;
wistfully dream of your smile.
I wonder if you think of me;
wonder if you do so while
you walk the street, past Shay’s, toward the beach.
Have you forgotten? I’m still within reach.

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