another poem from my Intermediate Poetry Writing class...
From my perspective
it was Friday night
and the light that filled
the entire room was that of
the Chicago skyline from
the window behind you
it was that
and maybe your smile
that appeared to brighten up our environment
that seemed just, for lack of a better word, alright;
that living room wasn’t what I was focusing on
it was the planes to O’Hare or to wherever
and the way they circled in the sky
their blinking lights creating a traceable halo
there above your auburn crown of hair;
they’re doing it on purpose, I assumed.
it was your blanket
and maybe the way we shared it, the
two of us underneath
too hysterical not
to wake up your roommate, I assumed.
and the way they circled in the sky
their blinking lights creating a traceable halo
there above your auburn crown of hair;
they’re doing it on purpose, I assumed.
it was your blanket
and maybe the way we shared it, the
two of us underneath
too hysterical not
to wake up your roommate, I assumed.
it was the garlic chicken we both ordered
and the similar taste in movies
when I realized that
when opposites attract it’s magic but
when similarities mix in with it, it’s bliss.
it was my right hand that brushed your leg
and maybe your finger that tapped on my forearm
which made me wonder
which way to test our waters best or
which question I wanted answered first:
what are you insecure about?
what is it you want?
what am I to you?
and the similar taste in movies
when I realized that
when opposites attract it’s magic but
when similarities mix in with it, it’s bliss.
it was my right hand that brushed your leg
and maybe your finger that tapped on my forearm
which made me wonder
which way to test our waters best or
which question I wanted answered first:
what are you insecure about?
what is it you want?
what am I to you?
it was the stories we shared for eight hours
and the way it only felt like twenty minutes that made me think
if I would’ve stayed longer,
then would you have kept me?
if I would’ve tried to hold you,
then would you have let me?
if I would’ve told you all I had to say,
then would you have ignored your inner editor to reply honestly?
it was the way I left
and maybe how we said goodbye
no planned second date
no defining speech
no kiss
I guess I’ll just have to wait.
and the way it only felt like twenty minutes that made me think
if I would’ve stayed longer,
then would you have kept me?
if I would’ve tried to hold you,
then would you have let me?
if I would’ve told you all I had to say,
then would you have ignored your inner editor to reply honestly?
it was the way I left
and maybe how we said goodbye
no planned second date
no defining speech
no kiss
I guess I’ll just have to wait.
Oh my, I did not realize you were such a poet =)