Trysting Place
Commentary:
A silly little love song? Maybe. I mean, I was in love, and confused, and perhaps twenty years old. My girlfriend at the time didn’t want to be, but she was confused like me, and didn’t know how to say goodbye. I think she loved me. I’m sure I loved her.
Chasing her; I wrote this poem, framed it, and gave it to her. I hope she still has it today, but even if she doesn’t, it will always be hers.
I don’t write poetry anymore. Don’t think it suits me. :-)
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Trysting Place
It all starts with a whisper
Against a window
A warm breath against the pane
A shadow against the rain
And no one’s here to hear
No one’s on the other side
To feel my inside
And where are you
It all begins with a whisper
In the wind
An echo behind the glass
A soft silhouette in the grass
And no one’s there to hear
No one’s on the other side
To feel me from the inside
And where are you
It all ends with a whisper
In our hearts
A hand against my face
A face against my hand
And you are everywhere from here
We’re on the other side
Feeling us inside
And where we are
We are