August 1, 2012
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Lonely and dreaming of the West coast....
the indescribable closeness
magnetism when we were close enough to touch
five years and two visits
left me breathless
looking at the morning breaking on the beach
or Arizona stars falling above our heads
the edge of a pool on the edge of sunset
the end of a boardwalk at the end of night
my fingers interlaced with yours
in your eyes, beautiful dreams of forever
instead of living for tomorrow all alone
where bitterness died
hope flourished with your lips
parting mine, kisses; euphorically blurred
broken pieces of me, your hand outstretched
super glue
I can still see myself pacing
the room of a rented house in Vegas
our first telephone call, I think you were high
but we spouted inspiring things
literature and lyrics
movie marathons on hopeless romantics
plot lines with creative arcs
how I fell in love with your voice
and each time I hear it I fall in love again
no matter who I'm with or where
even in the most hopeless nights
I can still see my dreams of you and I
a beach house, books and newspapers stacked
you writing, with a cup of coffee
and of course, a cigarette
my art on the walls
a cat curled up on a comfy couch
a place that even in dreamy memories
feels like home though it never came to be
what forever could be like
with your best friend
sticky sweet memories
a monsoon, a song with lyrics I heard wrong
your beautiful voice singing me to sleep
there is no way to express this subtle pain
the one that tells me you're the place
you're the thing
the person
the only
the end in endless love
so now that shorelines again are too far to touch
I'll stare at the greenery
and hope somewhere inside
you remember this love too
even if it isn't ours to own
even if I'm not the button on your jacket
the heart stitched on your sleeve
perhaps the tides will remind you
of all the ways I tried to reach you
through miles and telephone lines
and tangled heart strings
Comments (3)
Thank you KT Ischy.
You'll always be my #1 fan and my #2 regret.
P.S: The #1 regret is that I didn't become a professional swimmer because I think even I COULD HAVE beaten Michael Phelps this year.
Now I have to go listen to this song...
Keep writing, deary. It's been nice to read you again.
youre always going to be my one that got away. Doesn't mean we wont find each other in a better place in the future. love you always.
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