duncan
South African
I'm storing these thoughts until I can figure them out. Until they become nostalgic and wash over me as a sea of regret or a smile on my face. Entire nights spent staring at the ceiling compressed into a few clicks of a keyboard which might someday find the eyes of someone that won't bother reading to the end or someone that will completely fall in love with the idea of me, just the idea, only to be disappointed by the difference between the person I was when the keyboard clicked and the person sitting here with a smile on his face while he waits for the wave of regret to finish.
I remember wondering through the store,
looking for just the right shirt.
I remember arriving an hour early,
sitting on a bench alone.
I remember seeing you arrive,
the butterflies in my stomach held their breath,
my breathing got heavy as the world stood still,
you look so beautiful.
I remember the air feeling different when the slow song started,
rushing to find you as the room slowed down.
I remember you gently holding my left hand,
leading me to a quiet corner of the dance floor.
I remember your hand on my shoulder,
my hand on your lower back,
I remember the noisy room,
and all I could hear was you breathing on my chest.
I remember pulling you closer to my body,
I remember you doing the same, a second later.
I wanted the song to play forever,
but it was gone in a nervous, shallow breath.
I remember nothing
The evening was over,
it's been over for 8 years.
My butterflies still hold their breath,
you still look so beautiful.
-duncan
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
i always wanted love.
never found it, but always wanted it.
true love.
not the fake love I saw around me.
i had a fake love.
bought her flowers.
as the flowers died, so did our love.
if I find my true love, I’d buy her fake flowers.
as do the flowers, our love will last forever.
-duncan
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 8:35 AM UTC