When the light scatters
in the grass
As the landscape blurs
through the glass.
Every bump in the road lets our knees touch
fast
And I’m just so afraid that this moment
can’t last.
Don’t want to forget all the things
we schemed
Of hugs and of hands raised
in comradery.
As I’m sat here alone I know that it’s
ending,
And I’m just so afraid that my heart
will quit mending.
The last time I felt your hand
on mine
We were united by threads I thought
(were a sign)
Of some future we’d have if they’d
(finally untie).
And I’m just so afraid that we’ve said
(our goodbyes).
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
When the light scatters
in the grass
As the landscape blurs
through the glass.
Every bump in the road lets our knees touch
fast
And I’m just so afraid that this moment
can’t last.
Don’t want to forget all the things
we schemed
Of hugs and of hands raised
in comradery.
As I’m sat here alone I know that it’s
ending,
And I’m just so afraid that my heart
will quit mending.
The last time I felt your hand
on mine
We were united by threads I thought
(were a sign)
Of some future we’d have if they’d
(finally untie).
And I’m just so afraid that we’ve said
(our goodbyes).
Experimenting with Cummings' style of spacing. This poem is based on coming to terms with my friends graduating and our lives going in different directions post-high school.
