It happened because we had a deal
and I broke it.
We were to spend time
talking music, movies and books;
laughing about each other's weekly
personal disasters,
fighting over who had the most down-to-earth
ideas of people and the world,
then walk somewhere for twelve blocks
on our best attempt to stretch the night
because neither of us
really wanted to go home alone.
I wasn't supposed to fall in love.
Magpie Tales |
Lovely love poem.
ReplyDeleteHow often love comes as a result of fearing loneliness.
ReplyDeleteloved this......stretching the night...great piece of writing..
ReplyDeleteThank you all for such lovely feedback.
ReplyDeleteYou're never supposed to fall in love. Ha. Ha. Ha. Love your poem. :-)
ReplyDeletei like the attempt to stretch the night and the title...
ReplyDeleteSharply skillful; very well written.
ReplyDeleteBut maybe the best way...
ReplyDeleteOh but she is so much the better for it!
ReplyDeletePerfect ending ... lovely write!!!
ReplyDeleteA sweet read indeed! Love.....just bites you on the arse when you least expect it!
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