The one

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 It can feel the painful seat  
 Coming here, to sit on this bench
 Where first you and I met  
 Just as fall, was beginning to fall  
 
 We joked with each other to hide  
 Our secret and inner brokenness  
 From the world of strangers
 Afraid of being seen, rejected  
 
  As the time spilled by unnoticed  
 We grew familiar and comfortable
 Like months had passed in those hours
 Laughter disarmed all our guards  
 
 But somehow, as if magically  
 You seen clear through me
 Into my raw and shattered heart
 You smiled, shedding a tear  
 
 It was in that moment I recall
 I saw yours, my lips quivered  
 I couldn’t dare utter the words
 How beautiful you were, to me
 
 Our regrets and fears suddenly fell  
 Like the dried leaves from trees
 You stood up to embrace me, kiss   
 At the same time I had wished it  
 
  Oh- if, if I- had only known  
 As you left, and looked back  
 That I should’ve been braver
 And chased after you back then  
 
 Would I still be carry that one regret  
 Of letting love slip away so easily  
(sporadic snowflakes begin to fall about) 
 In my heart, to here everyday ... since?  
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020

Published by Poet of the Light

If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between the metaphoric lines. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unwritable things never whispered of. In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed. But, otherwise, I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line but even the shades and innuendo between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor-made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in. I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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