Misplaced

A dispute between lovers

We met amongst a busy crowd

in a shopping centre, concrete and grey

there was no sun, nor any birds singing

our romance wasn't from a story book

but it was real

From there I walked you home

Our eyes meeting in haphazard ways

I was too scared to hold your hand

for fear you would recoil

A fear that was so real

It took me months to find the nerve

to make the final move

I brushed your hair towards your ear

and kissed your virgin neck

Could this actually be real?

This led to what we have today

from humble roots we've blossomed together

And I can say with all my heart

Your the reason I remain here

You make me feel so real

But tonight we came together

not in embrace of love made flesh

but by tickling you with a feather

I cut you deep and sore

Surely this can't be real

You sat upon the pavement 

in defiance and in sorrow

you looked so small in the setting sun

And I just stood and stared

wishing this wasn't real

You turned my love away that night

and left me in the cold

and the warmth I've felt these 18 months

Has flickered its final flame

Was it ever real?

Author's Note

First real attempt at Love poetry, I do tend to write about dark subjects so apologies for the morose nature, please review.