Two Hours and Twenty-Five Minutes

I can not say these things to you. I can not let anyone who knows you or I read these things that I write to you.

I looked deeper into your eyes than I have ever looked into another’s. And those eyes locked upon mine, seeking something deep in me. We talked deeply, intensely, passionately about the most important matters. And our gaze continued, we leaned ever closer.

So desperate was I to place my hand on yours. I thought once you might place yours on mine. (Did I imagine that?) Oh, how I longed to caress your face. Had I? Would the fool have been marked?

Oh, how I long now to caress your face. I close my eyes and see it. My left hand reaches to your right cheek. My hand open, I touch your face and you lean your head into my hand.

Two hours and twenty-five minutes. That’s all we had together. So much passion, such depth, yet not a touch. And now, it is gone, our time is over.

Can we have more time? Are we allowed?

Two hours and twenty-five minutes; transformed, what have I become?

Reviews

[shallimarRose]

Two hours and twenty-five minutes .. not even enough time to catch a double feature or shop the mall..
Not a very long poem and yet I felt so much from this piece as I read. Passion, longing, sadness, regret,and hope... well done. shallimarRose