If only.

A trip back to my happiness. Sometimes I find it easier to live in the past.

Beneath the stars my memories still so vivid.
How hard it is to discard something once
so beautiful and pure. Your brown eyes
sank deep inside igniting desires stronger
than anything I had ever felt before.
You held my face and drank my anxiety.

Snow fell slowly in a scene most romantic,
we held each other close. Our breath escaped
in clouds of fog that danced together then
disappeared. Your lips fluttered to mine,
sweet and soft like a butterfly. Your eyes
sealed shut as if you were drifting away.

Your fingers traced the entirety of my hand,
you grew tired of the circles and grasped
it instead. I ran my hand through your hair,
soft and still laced with warmth. A lonesome
flake drifted down lading upon your lashes
batting as if waiting to be taken, right there.

My soul screamed at me to fulfill your desire,
time was drifting quickly, there would never be enough.
One last kiss before the lights flashed, departure
was inevitable. One last kiss until we meet again.
One last embrace until I had to flee, if only
I could had held him for longer... If only.

We spent a few more times within that old
baseball dugout. His love for me faded
when the summer melted our foundation.
My love is forever frozen, never to be forgotten.
Its so funny, and sad how fast everything changes.
If only I could go back to that dugout.

If only. 

Reviews

[WhiteWillow]

Your words have the ability to transport the reader to your world. Beautifully written!

[Bridgette's Ink]

You are a beautiful poet.

[paparapapa]

This one's just BEAUTIFUL. It just left me speechless. Haha. Super great write. The best that I've read from you so far. :)

[13ReasonsWhy]

Very descriptive. Full of emotion. Loved it!

[Cicera]

Sad throughout, not for aging and what it brings in but for the passing of time and what it takes away. You use motives like the snow, light and breathing beautifully, appointing them every time with a different purpose in every new writing. Exploring to some extent, in each meditation, different lengths and aspects of parts that normally are mundane and indispensable for the daily life.

[realmwriter]

Ok this is coming from a straight guy. You pen a love poem like no other, including my own works, that I have ever read. You are truly a gifted poet sir. Don't know why I felt it necessary to point out that I'm straight. My apologies. Hope I didn't offend.

[EMMIE]

LOVELY. VERY CREATIVE, GREAT IMAGERY LOVE THE CONCEPT AND THE WAY YOU WORD THIS. GREAT JOB.