The Other Side of Here

I cast a shadow across my own footsteps

and hear hers through small puddles of water

Without letting my touch skim the surface

she plays in the remnants of a still night’s storm

 

Her eyes of mine

shining in a way

that shows laughter reaches them too

In the place that rains

above and under here

 

I expect she is in company and prefers that

of more than just her own

enjoying the cold of this street

with the one whose love she never questions

The same path where I wrap my arms around my chest

hers held tight by another

While I try recall

when I first led people to believe

that I wanted them to walk away

 

She spins softly, giddy in the presence of love

a kiss placed on her lips

the answer to a question she need not ask

and standing before him

she is beautiful in the glow of his eyes

 

A second passes

to pace our world’s

as so never the two shall meet

But in it I pause

and glance to where a not so different memory took place

Beneath a sky that found no stillness in its storm

a kiss that made promises it could not keep

somewhere not far from here

13 thoughts on “The Other Side of Here”

  1. This was so serene.
    While I try recall when I first led people to believe that I wanted them to walk away.
    An amazing piece of gem, this line. The poem reminded me of a song by Lumineers, Sleep on the floor! 😊

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  2. “a kiss placed on her lips
    the answer to a question she need not ask”
    I love these lines! The whole thing is amazing, but these two lines are perfect! You’re such a romantic, Arbie! I love it. 🙂 ❤

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    1. Awwwh Ward, love seeing you here! Ahah, I can be! I guess that line is because I’m always an actions speak louder than words kinda girl. I guess when you write a lot you know how easy it can be to conjure stuff up! That and I’m paranoid. They’re coming for us Ward. Where your tin foil hat. Yes, that one, with the pom poms! xxxx

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      1. I’m here! They’re coming for us? Oh no! Tinfoil hat with tinfoil pom poms and feather!
        You’re adorable, Arbie!

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  3. When you harness your amazing exuberant Arbie-ness and write poetry … well, I sure get excited! See me jump on the spot, while my heart is heavy at the same moment (my legs thus have to work a little harder at the jumping)…. ❤

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