a tan couch in the middle of a messy college apartment
the tv starts playing arrested development
episode one
two hearts joined by two hands
under a tan couch pillow
no glances
a small secret
another separate heart beats on a separate chair
episode two
one of the joined hearts falls asleep
in the other's lap
at first, fake, to be closer
then real, but conscious
two hearts still connected by touch
episode three
the tv stops playing
the sleeping heart awakes
the separate heart leaves
it's just the two
they wait
one heart had been waiting for a moment like this
the other didn't know it was waiting too
as if a connection strengthened through feeling
was growing in its subconscious for days
several minutes pass
it's quiet
the hands still held under the pillow
the waiting heart turns
the subconscious heart turns
the moment
they stare into each other's eyes
straight into their souls
that look
the greatest look both hearts can know
a pause
a rush
they lean in
two days from a year
and it's still one of my favourite memories
i'll never forget that look
that face
before we leaned in
two hearts are no longer joined
here, almost a year off from that night
four months since the hearts separated
this rain pours like my soul through the cracks of my heart
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
a tan couch in the middle of a messy college apartment
the tv starts playing arrested development
episode one
two hearts joined by two hands
under a tan couch pillow
no glances
a small secret
another separate heart beats on a separate chair
episode two
one of the joined hearts falls asleep
in the other's lap
at first, fake, to be closer
then real, but conscious
two hearts still connected by touch
episode three
the tv stops playing
the sleeping heart awakes
the separate heart leaves
it's just the two
they wait
one heart had been waiting for a moment like this
the other didn't know it was waiting too
as if a connection strengthened through feeling
was growing in its subconscious for days
several minutes pass
it's quiet
the hands still held under the pillow
the waiting heart turns
the subconscious heart turns
the moment
they stare into each other's eyes
straight into their souls
that look
the greatest look both hearts can know
a pause
a rush
they lean in
two days from a year
and it's still one of my favourite memories
i'll never forget that look
that face
before we leaned in
two hearts are no longer joined
here, almost a year off from that night
four months since the hearts separated
this rain pours like my soul through the cracks of my heart
this is a work in progress for the most part, but i really liked the concept and idea going into this
it needs some work and everything is a little too vague or too specific at moments, which is kind of the style i write with. so there's an odd amount of specific ambiguity. regardless, any feedback is helpful.