I know I should tell you, but I can't bring myself to do it; I hope that you'll stay.(newest "poem")
I can imagine bumping into a girl._at an elevator, or a movie-rental shop,or the fiction segment of a book store ::: smiling. And thinking for a few seconds after: :"did that mean something?? what if it meant something? what if i'll never know?" And thinking: :"i've stared with an open mouth as my life walked away before --- if this is the new me then i'd love for you to stay a while."turning ::: He asked her name and would've believed it had she whispered "Beautiful." And their eyes._darting over shelves ,pretending to be interested in the contents --- corners of their vision had images of each other. She was smart._and she was funny,, And she cared. And it was set in their minds and in their hearts and in stone that this boy would see this girl again ::: she spent every minute waiting for next weekend to come.
_he whispered her name --- she would've believed it had he said "I'm too good to be true." Smiling; before he clutched her hand, ,and replied: :"just breathe... I|love|you;" crying, she clutched his hand and thought: :"i lost my life long ago. in these last few months You've made me breathe." she touched his lips --- let go of everything._he spent every day waiting for the wedding.
She looked up at the stage._and ,barely audible above the clapping, remarked "she's so beautiful."as the applause died, he leaned over and stared at her graying hair, her wrinkled face, her sagging eyes, and told her "well, she always did take after her mother." ::: he meant it. Through the joy,they were filled with concern. they choked back sadness and struggled to keep the conversation going. She broke the silence: :"Now that she's graduated, the house is gonna be a lot emptier." --- they struggled to keep the conversation going._but he asked: :"do you remember the day We met?" The answer came back a curious and surprised "of course!" he continued ::: "I almost lost your telephone number that evening...and I almost stopped looking. five extra minutes of searching has given me forty years with you. I'm glad I looked under the phone book."
she knelt at his grave. There was no crying --- she had done that in an empty bed the past three star-less nights. no, she was sad._but calm,and accepting; she spoke out-loud: :"I'm going to miss you. I'm going to miss the 'good morning' kisses and the softness of your hand and the sound of your voice as I'm going to sleep. And I bet, even now, you'd be smiling and making jokes; asking with a laugh, 'what's that silly girl doing on the ground? she'll get her nice dress all dirty!' Well, I just wanted to tell you one last time -- I love you. I know why I was meant to breathe." she put a small white envelope beside him, before she turned to walk away ::: the letter inside, neatly typed and folded, read simply, "Thank you for looking underneath the phone book."
_he whispered her name --- she would've believed it had he said "I'm too good to be true." Smiling; before he clutched her hand, ,and replied: :"just breathe... I|love|you;" crying, she clutched his hand and thought: :"i lost my life long ago. in these last few months You've made me breathe." she touched his lips --- let go of everything._he spent every day waiting for the wedding.
She looked up at the stage._and ,barely audible above the clapping, remarked "she's so beautiful."as the applause died, he leaned over and stared at her graying hair, her wrinkled face, her sagging eyes, and told her "well, she always did take after her mother." ::: he meant it. Through the joy,they were filled with concern. they choked back sadness and struggled to keep the conversation going. She broke the silence: :"Now that she's graduated, the house is gonna be a lot emptier." --- they struggled to keep the conversation going._but he asked: :"do you remember the day We met?" The answer came back a curious and surprised "of course!" he continued ::: "I almost lost your telephone number that evening...and I almost stopped looking. five extra minutes of searching has given me forty years with you. I'm glad I looked under the phone book."
she knelt at his grave. There was no crying --- she had done that in an empty bed the past three star-less nights. no, she was sad._but calm,and accepting; she spoke out-loud: :"I'm going to miss you. I'm going to miss the 'good morning' kisses and the softness of your hand and the sound of your voice as I'm going to sleep. And I bet, even now, you'd be smiling and making jokes; asking with a laugh, 'what's that silly girl doing on the ground? she'll get her nice dress all dirty!' Well, I just wanted to tell you one last time -- I love you. I know why I was meant to breathe." she put a small white envelope beside him, before she turned to walk away ::: the letter inside, neatly typed and folded, read simply, "Thank you for looking underneath the phone book."