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I chanced upon a memory
that seems like yesterday
but it was really long ago
and oh, so far away.
It was a chilled November night
and in my thirteenth year
the stars were gathered in my eyes
for the one I loved was there.
We sat there talking quietly
I, full of nervous doubt
just trying to sound normal
thinking that I might pass out.
He was quite a few years older
a friend that had been true
I knew that he had won my heart
and I hoped he felt it, too.
My heart was beating way too loud
through my words I stumbled
and when he looked deep in my eyes
oh, how my stomach tumbled!
I thought that I would die right there
he made my dreams come true
he said the words I longed to hear
he had felt the same way, too!
He swept me quickly in his arms
and claimed that first sweet kiss
I never even had the chance
to worry I would miss!
There isn't much that I can say
it flipped my head around
and all the world was so devine
as I floated off the ground.
The time had come to say good night
and he kissed me once more
I said good night and turned around
and crashed into a door!
Inspired by John Hecks Egads, My First Kiss contest
*I was trying to act all cool and collected, mature. I was so embarressed I wanted the
ground to swallow me up! RG
He gave her a promise, almost.
She trusted him.
She knew he had good intentions;
She still thinks he did.
He gave her a pill,
Said it was just for her, just what she needed.
Maybe it was,
In some way.
She though maybe if she takes it, he will like her.
But he had too many problems of his own.
How can someone so self-inflicted care or notice the emotions of others?
But she kept trying,
To get him to see,
The love that was meant to be.
He hurt her, sure,
Many times.
But his words just made it harder, more of a challenge.
She found herself going crazy,
Going down with him,
So she stopped,
Before it was too late.
In a sense she even gave up.
But he kept calling back,
Calling her name.
The words sounded so sweet and warm.
Could it be?
Has he finally realized?
No.
He was just afraid of losing her,
Like he lost everything else.
Because deep down, some part of him did care,
So she hung on to it,
Hoping that one day it will overcome everything else.
Before he left, he gave her more reason to hope.
He said when he gets back, they might still have a chance.
I wish he would just let me be.
It is her words at the center of it
I only print this as a tribute to it.
Here is the poem Deborah Guzzi wrote
Here is passion etched
On the edge of a note
Here is the sum of all our knowledge:
"Words are the balm of age
the gift of sage
when all flees and even the white of eye reddens with rheum
words fair words dispell the gloom
when hands are mapped with age and knarled still they transform the page
the eye
the cage
Words flow and mind goes to pristine smiles
and the smooth curves which once were thy
thy cheek
thy neck
thy hip
Deny me anything but the word for its magic will soon
be all that remains of fresh and new."
And here I am poor Sisyphus
With this eternal burden
Only from hell we dream of heaven
(The words of this poem are not mine alone, that of DG is encapsulated in quotation marks,
speaking to their centrality in my admiration).