The Time We've Spent

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This was a thing I wrote for a girl.

The Time We’ve Spent

Walking through the rain, we discover truths.
I look to your eyes.
They cry, though perhaps I’ve mistaken them for raindrops.

My only thoughts in this time are but wishes:
Leave your past with me.
Your heartache,
Your heartbreak.
You are safe.

Remembering your hands as they reach out,
Touching the keys of the piano that sits before us.
I can’t help but close my eyes, blind to all that surrounds me.
I am overwhelmed by the sweet melody of your voice.
It drowns out the angst in my life.
An escape,
A dream.

Then you turn to me.
“What are you thinking,” you whisper,
Your voice no more than a hushed rush of wind on a still summer’s night.

I lift my head, and our eyes find each other’s.
Holding your gaze I rejoice,
That of all people you chose to be with me in this moment.

In those seconds nothing exists but us.
You and I.

We sit together on a bench near the tranquil waters of the pond.
I think to myself:
My wish would be only to hold you,
But there are no shooting stars tonight.

One of us checks the time.
It’s late.
We end, though I feel like it had only just begun.

Walking back I gather my strength,
A final breath to calm the nerves.

My question,
Your answer.
And then,
“I like you.”

These are the times we’ve spent together.

Submitted: July 27, 2011

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its veary sweet!

Wed, July 27th, 2011 5:42am


Thanks for the comment!

Wed, July 27th, 2011 8:09am

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