26th of October

I cannot deny that my memory is quite fuzzy,

but there is a bit that I do still remember-

such as how we were both high and buzzing

on the 26th of October.

 

The night was dark, the air was cold-

I was stumbling and looking for fun.

You were prepared, so maybe you knew

that those events would take that turn.

 

I, however, was not suspecting

that we would take that walk.

As far as I was concerned you were a friend

and all you were interested in was talk.

 

But talk was cheap, and we were looking for expensive-

So we walked a little further down that road.

We kissed, we moved, and was deep in action-

before we did what no one knows.

 

But remember we were interrupted

by a group of people walking up.

So quickly we pulled away, dressing,

and then quickly took off.

 

On the way back we both talked

in sobering, terrible guilt.

Our hearts were fast as we both walked

and agreed we'd never tell.

 

 But you do not seem to be phased.

You walk up smiling and hug me close,

addressing me by my name.

No one knows.

Feverishly you say you do not remember,

you comment on how I was drunk.

Did you honestly forget what happened this October,

or are you locking the memory up?

Reviews

[Ayvid N]

This poem grabs the reader's attention right from the word go. A very interesting narrative. Obviously the person here is doing the second thing, locking up memory, in denial. Maybe afraid of himself? Of facing his feelings, confronting his guilt, as he could have sort of planned the thing all along. H was obviously in control of the situation that day.

Sorry for rambling, but I have had something similar happen to me once long long ago....so the feelings came to the fore. Excellent write Kaitlyn.

[Kaitlyn Raiford]

Thank you. :) I am glad that you can somehow relate to it. :)

[Ayvid N]

You are welcome. It was a pleasure to read.