Hi everyone
I just wanted to write a little love story.
not really a poem or rant or anything
just me kinda searching around for feelings
creating little situations
out of the past few weeks
living

I have not titled it

she said she could see it.
I could never feel it
and her compliment
grated
and I embraced it awkward
with a blush of fumbling
a flush face for humbling moments
when I get beaten back
the surprise of a moment
we are not lovers.
my own still heart
hidden
but why.

“If emotion resides, must do, else never cry,
would he?”

She, who like a guardian over him, waits
stance of a mountain cat
potentially pouncing
with visions of rolling hills
in her minds eye
a dream of Oxfordshire
the strut of a Stretford street
or the cartwheel of a Stratford river
walk, Avon, Avalon
wonder, full words, all the places.
unaware, they shared the same
trampled patch of green
the imprint where many lovers made-
and have been.
in all our lives.
and the has been's, who grew old together
counting
still loving in ruby celebration
where is my heart
and why in her hand,
knots entwined
unlocked?

its taking too much time.

hurts, branded by the pinch
of a firebrand past, see.
more in common
the many lovers
by this age
carry damage
yet master the cage for which
any free bird could mourn
the latch is off
it is up to you to slide
out of this