I caught you
Taking peaks at my skin while we drank in the sun
Limitless and mystified
She was sleeping and unaware
While we shined smiles at each other from across her idle backside
And I caught you
Standing on the shore as I bobbed in the waves in an effort to escape
She stood beside you while you caught
The urge to come closer
We reached for each other while the current stretched us apart
And then she caught us
Chatting about our provincial lives while I caught myself, stopping myself
From remarking about how your smile is rare, yet never wasted on artificiality
Maybe that's why you never laugh at her jokes
And now I'm caught in the middle, in our moments together, worried
That if we saw each other again, if we found the chance to catch up
Not only will she be caught in dismay
But she won't catch us
Falling into each other's arms.
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Daisy Chains {Completed}
PoetryIn which a nineteen-year-old shows you snapshots of her freshman year (and the following summer) through paragraphs and pretty adjectives. | completed / updated sporadically
