I think there was a time when I
didn’t know you.
Where I spent my days routinely,
setting a timer for every passing minute.
Where I choked beneath all those other stalks
fighting for sunlight, oxygen;
withering & I didn’t care.
I think there was a time when your bright face
didn’t greet me every morning
before the sun;
soft, warm & embracing,
arms encircling & fingertips
brushing
my thigh,
like water sliding smooth
over the delicious edge of the waterfall.
I think there was a time
when I didn’t put flowers in vases.
A time all logic surpasses,
when I hadn’t listened to your voice yet,
but would recognise it like strong
birdsong
calling to me.
I think there was a time
when the contours of your body
were still unknown to me.
When your joyous & loud,
wine-drunk laugh hadn’t yet sounded
in my candle-lit living room;
just echoes out of range,
but becoming closer.
When you hadn’t left any poems on my fridge.
When all that’s between us, that bridge
hadn’t yet been built in a blink
I think
there was a time.
I think...
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Author:
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This is really beautiful , Becky 🙂 I love this . You express yourself so nicely
Thank you ❤
Very kind of you sir to fav my last poem. I've been quite woozy and inconsistent on here recently. I'm very chaotic! But wanna say you're my favourite poet on this shitty site, and this write is, um, something I wish I possessed the talent to create I guess. Stay poetic X
How infinitely wonderful of you - there couldn't possibly be a better compliment. (I also like being called sir - I'm glad my gender remains a mystery)
& though it may seem like mere reciprocity now - you are absolutely my favourite poet on here too
❤❤❤
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