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Shirley J Davis Sep 2017
He was sitting alone
Not looking for romance
Carefully reading his menu
Not just giving it a casual glance

He smiled at a picture
Of a boy munching down
On a burger twice his size
It reminded him of his son

His divorce had been difficult
Causing him great pain and sorrow
But tonight he put it out of his mind
Not wanting trouble to borrow

Then he saw her

She entered the diner
Not looking for passion
She was in a relationship with a good man
On whom she had invested all her affection

She sat in a booth
Spinning the ring on her finger
Smiling secretly to herself
She on him her mind did linger

The waitress broke her revelry
Asking for her drink order
She took the menu and looking up smiled
Suddenly her heart began to beat harder
Because she saw him

His heart leapt within his chest
As he spied the most lovely woman he had ever seen
She sat in a booth not far away
Like Cleopatra, a beautiful queen

He knew he was staring
He couldn’t stop his gaze
He felt himself pulled to her
Like a rat caught in a maze

He stood to go to her

She gasped at the look in his eyes
She felt heat rising inside
She wondered if she should go
But his look filled her with pride

She saw him stand to join her
And quickly looked away
She thought to remove her ring from her finger
But decided it must stay

She stood to leave

His heart fell into the abyss
As he saw her gather her things to leave
He knew that the fire in his soul
Would cause him to forever grieve

She left and married her man
She had known before that fateful day
She often dreamed of a stranger in a diner
Who had stolen her heart away

They never met
saranade Sep 2017
The closer I get to being done
The more I see a bed at home
A bed alone
It's made of sticks and stones
Each night it breaks my back bones
I get so ****** up when I'm alone
It's so ****** up
That I find someone.

The people will always show
Not once but twice in a row
Alignment perfectly chronological
Calloused and shallow
When they are illogical
Waving words so psychological
Psychologically ****** up
It's so ****** up
That I found them at all

For a moment I'm special
So quickly I'm gone
Your feelings grew strong
With misplaced infatuations along
I've been doing this dance so long
I should know when I'm done wrong
Skipping and singing along
It's so ****** up
I've memorized the lyrics to this song
A day in the life
Zell Sep 2017
On the other side of the tracks, you smiled.
My train arrived before i could return the gesture.
I decided to stand by and just wait for another.
To see your face once more before we part ways again.
But the moment the train moved, yours arrived.
And you, you took the train and i missed mine.
All for the sake of you, here i am waiting again.
© 2017 D.A. Barreras
Journey of Days Sep 2017
entering sad pilgrimage to say good bye
impressions left on our hearts
guiding our steps
never left behind
but you are missed

@journeyofdays
saying goodbye to my aunt
great lady
will be missed terribly
Samantha Marie Aug 2017
12
12
It was a simple number that meant something to you
And I admired that
You memorized it and it was yours everyday
May 12
You didn't text
You didn't call
You knew
You had to know it was part of our everyday routine
The one person I wanted a birthday wish from
I constantly checked my phone
And I was constantly let down
It hurt me even though I'm the reason we ended
A simple happy birthday
6/10/17
May 12
Also celebrating the day you let me down
Balloons filled with sadness
Cake made with heartbreak
ICN Jul 2017
Forgotten?
Is what I'll be tomorrow
A faded memory in the back of your mind
A distant echo in your dreams
Too far away
Never here to stay
We knew it from the start
Every second passed is a missed opportunity
The things we never did
An never dared to say
We missed our window
We missed our chance
The door was wide open
But I let you in
Gave you the world
Made you my world
And you let me go.
//you did\\
Cloudy Heart Jul 2017
I traveled to a city where the buildings kissed the clouds and the streets were so loud I couldn't even think
but in the midst of all of the beautiful chaos I still managed to think of you
we weren't even talking at the time and I thought of you
I thought of how you'd admire the city with your excited eyes and squeeze my hand every time something caught your interest
I thought of how we'd walk the streets and parks for hours and just talk about every little thing
I thought of how we'd lie awake at 4am whispering sweet sleepy words
I thought of how I wished you were mine
I was in the middle of such a beautiful city
everything was so new to me
and all I wanted to do
was share it with you
-m.a
...
Nigel Finn Jul 2017
Whenever I cry, a part of me rejoices;
A fragment which knows that to feel,
Keeps me grounded, makes things real,
And loves all my inner voices.

When I cry it is openly and proudly,
Though not in search for sympathy,
Or in hopes someone will comfort me,
And certainly never loudly.

When I cry it is for me, and me alone,
I have lost the gift of weeping once before,
And- having missed it- know that there is more,
To grieve once it has gone.
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