creativity – The Fyne Prynt

Every Time

If every time was like the first time, would it be bitter or sweet? Would it lift you up or knock you down to your knees?

If every time was like the first time, would it be as a dream come true or a nightmare from which you beg to wake?

If every time was like the first time, would it be the beauty or the beast. Would you brag about it to any who would listen or just the very least?

If every time was like the first time would you rush in headlong? Would you hesitate for a moment? Wait for the next song?

If every time was like the first time, would you change it? Perhaps a better story to tell? Make it seem as though it was much more?

But if every time was like the first time, then you might miss the fullness of this time and the next time would likely be the last time.

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I pushed on the door absentmindedly
I was walking out
He was walking in

Looking down I didn’t notice him until I was upon him
His battle suit was freshly pressed ready for the wars of the day

I looked up
Our eyes met
I smiled
He smiled on his lips and his eyes
I said “Good morning”
He said “hey”

I was walking out
He was walking in

I wonder if he thought of me today

I wonder when he realized that I wasn’t who he thought I was

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I found you.
You found me.
Of course we promised for ever.

I found you.
You found me.
Of course we promised our love.

I found you.
You found me.
Our words hung in the air like birds gliding.

I found you.
You found me.
We made music.
We danced.

I found you.
You found me.
The bliss was unlike any other.
We wondered if it could possibly be.

I found you.
You found me.
But not in the the same space.
But not at the same time.