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.
Here,
Now.

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.


Silence,
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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brokenheartedlover

its veary sweet!

Wed, July 27th, 2011 5:42am

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Thanks for the comment!

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