Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Missed Calls.

All the polaroids we haven't taken will whither away in a box behind that sofa no one cares to check behind...

You'll wonder what ever happened; it'll be the big question when you find an empty spot where I used to stand. The exhausted songs will be all that remain, and you'll wonder if I'm just another dream when you finally see me again. Four years later, and hearts will stay open like soars under the burning sun...

We won't be kissing in cars or biting shoulders this time. Feet planted to the floor, would you get closer? Would you pull me in like you wished you'd never let me go?

You'll be standing in a bar looking at me while I laugh, and you'll question what changed that day. Why didn't I stay? You'll hate me for moving to the city and wonder if any kiss meant anything or if it was all a game.

Your answer will come rushing in the moment my eyes turn to you... Oh how you wish they had never stopped watching you so long ago...

Our eyes will meet, and you'll feel every touch we ever shared come rushing back like a tsunami without any restraint. You'll remember every tear you wiped away and all the promises we said we'd never break. You'll see the love in my eyes and wonder why it's still burning so strong after so long... Could I still have held you in my heart the way I had said I would so long ago?

I'll have no right to look so pretty under your eyes, but my heart will scream for your arms to hold me tighter than ever before. The elegance you wish had left me will only burn brighter with every breath.

But will you pull me in and never let me go again? Or will we just play strangers under all of their gazes?

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