I have this dream where we don’t talk
I’m in an alley having a cigarette
Waiting on a favorite band
And you appear
And I ask ‘what are you doing here’
But sweetly so no other can hear
There’s no one around just the rain
You stand and never explain
I smile anyway without regret
And you haven’t moved closer yet
And in a cloak your eyes are in pain
But I still smile anyway
I’m on the wall under a small balcony
Avoiding getting wet
Your hands are in your pockets
You don’t look as though upset
As the rain gets started
You move and take a step
And it kind of felt like lightening
My heart it felt it best
The patter of the rain –
Grew louder with every footstep
And every inch closer – I forgot more – of the alphabet
You get close to me and lightly touch my fingertips
And then you lift up my arm and take a puff of my cigarette
Your other hand still touching my other hand
You lift my head and kiss my lips
It’s hard to explain it
I thought I was alive but it was really the first thing I ever felt
Β© Delia Ross. 2019
Stunningly written π€
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I was afraid to share it, glad I did! Thanks for the feedback!
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That inspires me, thank you!
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