“Tag, you’re it,” I said
dramatizing my own feelings
unwilling to see the you that lay
beyond my hopes and intentions.
I double dared you to confirm
what I had come to believe:
you would be just another memory-
possibly-
another regret.
My problem was not confusion
but the weight of my truth.
But
You were the brave one
who said, “If we love, let’s love!”
You gave me
a new beginning
that has the taste
of the purest childhood.
Together
we go to another country where
we can pretend
and
what we pretend to be
we are.
In this place
you are water
and
I am sand.
the taste of pure childhood...nice...the water and sand....very nice imagery and metaphor...
ReplyDeleteI really like the ebb and flow of this. It is quite delightful...
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I love her words...If we love, let's love.
ReplyDeleteSweet and thoughtful post~
Nice to meet you.
What a simple yet pround poem! I really like this a lot, and the ending is priceless.
ReplyDeleteLove itself is so simple, but, we humans tend to always complicate it.
ReplyDeleteThe message here is... simply love. Easy.
Lovely prose too!
so nice to pretend, captured it well, with great imagery.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful ending to a poem recounting a wonderful escape to feeling and imagination.
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