our song is playing
every couple
seems to have one
ours is a three-minute blast
of hot rock
and for a moment
I am taken back
to the time we met
you bartending
all blonde curls
squeezing lemons
over colourful drinks
and unsociable me
awkwardly floating
through young manhood
held in the warm grasp
of another crush
and like that
this is our song
I love it
you say
as you scooch
across the sofa
so our hands
our fingers
touch
then lock together
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
our song is playing
every couple
seems to have one
ours is a three-minute blast
of hot rock
and for a moment
I am taken back
to the time we met
you bartending
all blonde curls
squeezing lemons
over colourful drinks
and unsociable me
awkwardly floating
through young manhood
held in the warm grasp
of another crush
and like that
this is our song
I love it
you say
as you scooch
across the sofa
so our hands
our fingers
touch
then lock together
Written: September 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, similar to my last two pieces, which focus on small things that may cheer someone up a little bit. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found here on HP.
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