us.

I let my hand hang free for taking, 
And you took it in yours.
The street was so barren and the air so bitter, 
But your thumb circled mine - 
As my mind circled the thought of us. 
Us. 
Such a sweetly simple term,
Spoken so softy, spoken so new. 
Yet there we were - hand in hand. 
We strolled aimlessly, 
Through the streets we'd grown up with, 
Mesmerized by each other's wild gaze.
Little did we know that we each felt so much. 

We soon unlaced our fingers, 
And turned our separate ways - 
Summoned by our own insecurities. 
Both so young and afraid, 
Not yet willing to outgrow this silly phase, 
To turn us into something real. 
Us.
Such a sweetly simple term,
But spoken so hushed, as if forgotten - us.

Reviews

[simonedavlin]

Hi! The hook was really good, I felt drawn int o the poem very quickly. However, I felt that towards the end things got overexplained, not much was led tup to the imagination. Which, of course, could be your intent but thought that I should point it out if it wasn't!

Very sweet poem in the end, a good expression of young love.

[Ms. Rae]

Nice. I found myself wanting to read on after reading the first verse.

Thanks for sharing.

[Rewel Acosta Rivera]

This poem is a photo of that pure love, that remain for ever. The beauty of the real love is the most powerful inspiration. Thanks for share your talent. I will be following your art.

[Jamestown]

This is a well written piece, I could feel the atmosphere that you were trying to create.
I could imagine walking hand n hand aimlessly through the streets. I truly enjoyed reading this, thanks and
b-blessed!