Poem: A Date

A Date
Sitting here with a warm drink in my hands
and with you sitting across the table
the air seems to freeze, pausing all time’s sands.

The sound of a tune we love from that band,
drifting through our ears and minds as able.

Sitting here with a warm drink in my hands,
we talk and dream of near and far off lands
while knowing that we learn as we travel.

The air seems to freeze, pausing all time’s sands
when you glance at me and see my still hands.

Still ‘cause when I’m with you, I feel stable,
sitting here with a warm drink in my hands.

Our conversations feel like Disney World,
roller coasters of words atop our table.

The air seems to freeze, pausing all time’s sands
as our teacups empty and the ride ends
and slowly we part ways, impossibly.

Sitting here with a warm drink in my hands,
the air seems to freeze, pausing all time’s sands.

Published by A Boggus Life

I am an eclectic reader and editor who solves Rubik's cubes, writes, draws and paints, and longs to live in England and France.

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