I Felt Closer to Her Than I'd Ever FeltA Poem by Poet PittinixHere's an intriguing love story.Dedicated to a special woman Dinda’s mom took me to
visit her on a windy afternoon. She was lying there on her
back looking so lifeless. I quickly walked over to
her bedside and looked at her. And I pressed my knees hard
against the mattress. Her faint voice and sad
look brought tears to my eyes. At that moment I felt closer to her than I’d ever felt. She slowly reached for my
hand and held it tightly, And it felt as if she
wasn’t going to let me go. The scars from her injury didn’t
affect her beauty. She had the same charm,
and I was still attracted to her. She admitted privately to knowing
that I still loved her. I visited her many times, and we developed an intimacy. My preoccupation with
Dinda began seven years earlier. I fell in love with her the
night I saw at the meeting. And I proposed to her one
year after we met. I wanted so much to marry
her and make her mine, But she didn’t have enough
feelings for me then. And I had to go on living my
life with a crushed heart. Dinda was seriously
injured by a stray bullet on the road. I had a break down when I
heard about the incident. I felt that my chance to
have her was gone forever, But God saved her life with
his miraculous power. My heart rejoiced when I
found out she was alive. The situation made our
intimacy grow as time wore on. I stood by her through the
phases of her recovery. Furthermore, I gave her a good
reason to want to live. I pampered her until she
was strong enough to walk. She loved me, and I still
had the same affection for her. Although she knew I was
married, she gave me her lips. We thought it could work
without hurting someone. I never felt that I did
more for her than she deserved. She was the girl I loved,
and I waited a long time for her, Yet I walked out on her when
she fell in love with me. She misjudged me and reacted
resentfully to my decision. That unfortunate outcome
was far from what I wanted. If I get the opportunity
to get close to her again, I’d do it. © 2025 Poet PittinixAuthor's Note
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Added on January 23, 2025 Last Updated on January 23, 2025 Tags: recovery, love, stray bullet, mom, preoccupation AuthorPoet PittinixKingston, West Indies, JamaicaAboutHi everyone, I'm an author from Jamaica. I write poems, songs, and short stories. Do not send me any private messages. I came here to read and to publish my compositions, not to engage in controver.. more..Writing
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