Moment in Time
Do you remember saying that we wouldnever have this moment again, the sheer
perfection of it, when worlds don't collide
and everything sits on an even axis.
I don't think I believed you then and even now
while I know that this moment has been and gone,
I still remember listening to the music that drifted
across the fields, the wind pushing into our direction
and how we swayed, the warm breezes curling,
we did funny twirls and laughed at our mismatched
feet, then somehow synchronised, while at night
those breathless hours, we didn't lie entwined,
you hurt my soul and I bruised you with
vocabulary, my aria, clear as it pierced hearts,
for never would there be a clarity ever again.
We had our moment and it passed, we hardly realised,
I picked up my hair, wound it into a knot
and pushed underneath the brim of a hat,
those were my ascot days of strapless sundresses
and flawlessness, yours were jeans and mean expressions,
wearing a guitar on your back for effect, my fingers
neatly drifted over keys and the wind back then was kind
and we never had that moment, or did we?
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2013-07-12 at 12:35
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