phone was the door I held
awaiting nothing to come
for I who fell out of love
until the redwood porch creaked
made by light strides
from the guest uninvited
unfamiliar was his name
yet why I feel such delight?
there was he who stood
something must be laid in store
with eyes in great enticement
behind the glasses he wore
invigorating these butterflies
and the thrill rose from the grave
I fear of becoming brave
for he might be the ghost in disguise
yet in the eve of new year
above was glistening skies
there to him I avowed
the carnations I took care of
showered by thoughts of him
with his hands tied to mine
and for sure it blew his mind
for it is all our first time
came from a family of doctors
something that I heard of
I bloomed admiring from afar
the charm and wit he has
for all at once he can be
funny as his jokes he shared
and talk sh*t about the circus
pocketing money with flair
yet sparks of bygone years
all slowly fading out
for he believes “to date is to marry”
am I even whom he can date?
and if he falls head over heels
for whom he looked for
then for sure he will find me
basking in this love’s afterglow.
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PoetryThe first Poetry Anthology published originally on my Facebook account, now on Wattpad. This is a confession to who I was, who I became, and who I will be, with whom I have lived, grown up, been ghosted by, been bewitched by, and to whom I want to...
