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We met that day, As I'd asked to meet. The sun fell down And bounced off your cheek. A smile bounced back At you're cursory greetings. Easy to hide The still dancing feelings. Not fleeting, not leaving. You can't disappear now, My heart's not stopped bleeding For the furrow on you're brow. We let the time slip. The cold, fresh bite of a lemonade I sipped. I wish you'd stayed. But the nip of November Frosts the leaves off the trees. A crunch under our feet As we walked to the green. Clarity struck As we wound down the path. I'd have to let go, Or I wouldn't last. Like the sky let the sun Slip behind the far hill. The last sliver made a bow And then time stood still. As it paused, I thought back To the book That we'd filled. Each chapter a story, Each failing, each glory. The sky turned blue And the stars came out. My eyes turned away. How far would I shout? You said, "Such lonely creatures, The lights up there. All they have is A single planet that stares." "At least they are watched And not forgotten. All that that needs Are the eyes to start stopping." I wanted to say, "(Please make this last)." But you still slipped away From my white-knuckle grasp. On Remembrance Sunday, I remembered the day That I first caught myself Loving you.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Remembrance Sunday
We met that day, As I'd asked to meet. The sun fell down And bounced off your cheek. A smile bounced back At you're cursory greetings. Easy to hide The still dancing feelings. Not fleeting, not leaving. You can't disappear now, My heart's not stopped bleeding For the furrow on you're brow. We let the time slip. The cold, fresh bite of a lemonade I sipped. I wish you'd stayed. But the nip of November Frosts the leaves off the trees. A crunch under our feet As we walked to the green. Clarity struck As we wound down the path. I'd have to let go, Or I wouldn't last. Like the sky let the sun Slip behind the far hill. The last sliver made a bow And then time stood still. As it paused, I thought back To the book That we'd filled. Each chapter a story, Each failing, each glory. The sky turned blue And the stars came out. My eyes turned away. How far would I shout? You said, "Such lonely creatures, The lights up there. All they have is A single planet that stares." "At least they are watched And not forgotten. All that that needs Are the eyes to start stopping." I wanted to say, "(Please make this last)." But you still slipped away From my white-knuckle grasp. On Remembrance Sunday, I remembered the day That I first caught myself Loving you.
Just an experience from last November
Written by
Myself
17/M/Bristol
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
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