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You’re kind of extraordinary. Each time we've reunited, it’s like there was never a gap. Never a separation. Maybe there wasn't. A figment of my imagination? Perhaps. But I can’t pretend like I don’t think about you. I can’t tame the goosebumps I get when we talk; I can’t extinguish the fire in my heart. I can’t disregard the vision I have of us, sitting together, beaming, saying nothing yet speaking everything. For crying out loud, I can’t even forget your phone number, let alone the warmth of your laugh, the way your smile touches your eyes, the glow that surrounds you as if signalling for my attention, my attention specifically. Is that something I can let go? Because I don’t know how, nor why I would ever want to.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
And here I am, writing about you.
You’re kind of extraordinary. Each time we've reunited, it’s like there was never a gap. Never a separation. Maybe there wasn't. A figment of my imagination? Perhaps. But I can’t pretend like I don’t think about you. I can’t tame the goosebumps I get when we talk; I can’t extinguish the fire in my heart. I can’t disregard the vision I have of us, sitting together, beaming, saying nothing yet speaking everything. For crying out loud, I can’t even forget your phone number, let alone the warmth of your laugh, the way your smile touches your eyes, the glow that surrounds you as if signalling for my attention, my attention specifically. Is that something I can let go? Because I don’t know how, nor why I would ever want to.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
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