I tried to distract myself
To ignore the tension.
And it was working fine.
I leaned back in my seat
Beside my 'sister'.
But then they all stood up
Leaving me with him.
We sat in silence.
Because it's amazing
When all that had been done
And there was nothing left to say.
The cold wind stung my face.
And the warmth of his jacket
Soothed me.
I wanted to hold this feeling
These half-remembered memories.
They shouted to me
Wanting to run back inside
To the warmth.
But I kept walking away
Intending for lonely reminiscing
But I heard him behind me.
As we walked
I could feel the sadness
Coiling inside.
Because he had nothing left to say.
Once I collapsed onto the futon
He and my 'brother' fell onto me
Seeking comfort
In my warmth and softness.
Calm and affection washed over me.
He pulled my leg to his hip
And my hand ran through his soft hair
The other
On instinct
Fell to his heart.
When my 'brother' left to get a drink
We stayed like that.
It felt perfect.
And we had nothing left to say.
Hands were all over me
My 'brother' spooning me
Me laying across his chest.
It was a feeling of warmth and comfort.
Perfection.
In the darkness
He took my hand
Running my fingers across his lips.
A tingling lover's caress.
Then lovingly he kissed my palm.
No one else had seen.
It was a secret declaration.
And it left me speechless
With nothing left to say.
He was going to leave
And sadness gripped me.
I wasn't ready to say 'goodbye'.
Everyone could see it.
Both of us
Reluctant to let go.
As he sat
I leaned against his back
My lips pressed to his shoulder blade.
He turned to look into my face
Took my hand
And right in front of them all
Place it over his heart.
It felt perfect and affectionate.
He stood to leave
And we looked in each other's eyes
Said nothing.
Because there was too much left to say.
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When you can look on those memories
And smile at the sweetness of the moment
Instead of crying at the bitterness of the irony
Then you've moved on.
Until then,
You've only refused to look in the rear view mirror
And see the road that brought you here.
And smile at the sweetness of the moment
Instead of crying at the bitterness of the irony
Then you've moved on.
Until then,
You've only refused to look in the rear view mirror
And see the road that brought you here.