Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2012
It doesn't matter when we met.
There's no point in starting there,
It wasn't our remarkable day.
There was so much else to distract me
From noticing such bright blue eyes.

We exchanged words on stairs,
Words I've since forgotten.
The ground didn't shake,
Time didn't stop,
There was no spark yet.

The spark came the moment your hand
Rested on my knee,
Caught in a laugh,
That moment you found me looking at the sky
And draped an arm round my shoulder,

Or even before when we shared a bench
Under a blanket of shooting stars,
That's when the air started humming.
Written by
Natt Rozanska
717
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems