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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

23 June, 2005


Too many times
I have stopped
Too many times
I have thought

Instead of

Saying what
That matters
Saying what
That counts

And now
At this moment
When I suddenly
Your presence
In my heart

Like the whiff of your perfume
Like the taste of your tongue
Like the curve of your smile

I know
For sure that
I love you


Those rides
On the bike
While the evening
Let off its last breath
I remember them

Those wet kisses
In the green room
While time lost
Its temper
I remember them

Those long looks
In dim diners
While love lurked
In our eyes
I remember them

Those warm hugs
On the rock
While the wind
Whispered our names
I remember them

Those silly fights
Over little words
While the days
Crept off the calendar
I remember them too

That last goodbye
On the road
When the sun shone
On our golden tears
I remember the most



Blogger Mukta said...

lovely. my thoughts went back to a long time ago, when perhaps i could have felt the same for someone. but today, when life has taken on a more mundane avatar, your words brought back the romance and the flushed pleasure of love. thank you.

24 June, 2005 09:31  
Blogger Anispice said...

Such a simple but powerful poem... took me back to the days of my first love.

Yes I remember them now.


24 June, 2005 19:07  

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