ships in the light

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited April 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i saw first him in the shops
we met each other's gaze
then parted
he around a corner
me up the escalator
realising too late
i travelled one level too many
distracted i laughed
regained my route
in the carpark we passed again
he smiled
my car followed his out into the light.
he stopped, i stopped
he turned right, i turned right
then
i turned left
he continued up the hill.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    i saw first him in the shops
    we met each other's gaze
    then parted
    he around a corner
    me up the escalator
    realising too late
    i travelled one level too many
    distracted i laughed
    regained my route
    in the carpark we passed again
    he smiled
    my car followed his out into the light.
    he stopped, i stopped
    he turned right, i turned right
    then
    i turned left
    he continued up the hill.

    i love it when that happens.
    except the part where i loose her.
    that part blows.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    chadwick wrote:
    i love it when that happens.
    except the part where i loose her.
    that part blows.

    i remember this one time these guys followed me and a friend home from the movies. i kept one of them for 2 years. :D
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    i remember this one time these guys followed me and a friend home from the movies. i kept one of them for 2 years. :D

    thats kick ass cate.
    a nice story.
    thanks for sharing.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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