Could we call it affection, really, when we sat under the sky?
We'd hold our donuts, quietly, under the light of the moon
And our cheeks would grow pink as we found each other shy
But we basked in each other's presence like a pair of hushed fools
We'd laugh at the silence, both you and I
And maybe fill in the gap with a moment between us
And I'd remember wishing that the sun would never rise
Let you sit here with me until death do us part
But would you call it love when you laughed at my jokes?
Your giggle so cheery, a refreshing air of joy
And it was contagious, you would give me light-hearted pokes
To ensure that I never felt so alone inside.
We were friends though, that's what we told the rest
Though we both knew of the stirring we felt within us
How we'd feel the heavy beats of drums playing in our chest
And yet, we weren't really sure of where to go forward
And so we didn't, and we knew we had reached a bitter end
And we were left with questions we secretly knew the answers to
Did you love me the way I loved you back then?
"Yes," our hearts would say but we could only imagine the "I do"s
A/N: I am submitting this piece to the #PoetryForAThought, so please do vote for this piece starting from the 17th of May over at MissKrill's book. Thank you! :)
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