What's to come?

It’s unbelievable; sometimes it seems like a dream.

Late at night we were getting by, separately getting coffee.

In an instant you dropped your cup; it fell to your feet.

From that moment on, I knew you were the one for me.

 

You said the cold nearly bit you and I laughed.

To say something so practical, it didn’t make sense.

But yet we still walked the city with numb hands,

Constantly complaining about the love we didn’t have.

 

To you, time is nothing but numbers,

And so our bodies moved to the sound of Summer.

Shuffling the streets in disarray; cluttered;

I believe it was a late day in December.

 

I asked where we were going; you looked up to the sky.

You pointed to the stars and said ‘let them be our guide.’

Creating a passion that lingered through the night.

We wallowed in sentimentality, it never felt so right.

 

And now I recall how it feels to love,

If ever we should meet again, I wouldn’t dare run.

To me time is nothing but numbers, only what’s to come.

Nothing can compare, for you I’d wait a thousand suns.

Author's Note

Imagination. None the less, I would enjoy a start like this to a romance(:

Reviews

[Mike Espinosa]

I like the story in this poem a lot. I think it captures a nice pureness to infatuation and love. You did a great job at showng that and telling the story.

One thing that made me stumble a little bit was the lin in the third stanza about the scene being in December. I understand wanting to put in more of a setting to the story to help the reader see when and where everything is happening, but, at that point in the poem, we already know it's cold and must be in the winter. I think, if you want to say that the story is taking place in December, it should come in the first stanza, where the setting is being described to the reader.

Other than that, I think the poem is solid. I like the story you told and how you told it. Your word choice and descriptions were well-written. Well done!

[Amit Parmessur]

I read many of your works... so much honest talent. Maybe just being shorter will create more impact and emotions.
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To me time is nothing but numbers, only what’s to come.
Nothing can compare, for you I’d wait a thousand suns.

That is the strength which all the words of your poems should carry. Keep only the strong lines and maybe it is going to be more striking and different.

[Adelia Alighieri]

Absolutely, beautifully TERRIFIC! Just the sort of a song I wanted to read right now, just the type I'll listen to someday. Goes in my favorites.
P.S. I second your note. :P

[Bard Constantine]

It's the imperfect moments that we cherish, because they show how human we are, how we can relate to one another. This exemplifies that perfectly, a collage of moments that when put together, can display a picture of love. Fantastic writing...

[Ed Hart]

a nice poem Sarah, a flight of fancy, a cup of longing, spilled

[Dream Weaver]

A very interesting write, all this from a spilled cup
of coffee? Hey I'm a romantic, I'd try anything...
even a spilled cup of coffee..Nice write Sarah... :))