A New Game
12 April, 2003
Author: Elizabetta
raindrops dance on our skin as we stand,
uncomfortable like two little kids
meeting for the first time
under the canopy
of a stormy summer sky
the funny thing is
we didn't just meet
we ate dirt together
played tag,
grew up
you wouldn't know it tonight
his hand grasps for mine
tag your it
I smile and try
to chase you with an endearing smile
and a few akward words,
uncomfortable pause
you must have surrendered
and we walk off in silence
together
still I long
for the simpler days
and I wonder
why must the game change
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Stacy (152.163.253.5) -- Thursday, August 7 2003, 03:00 pm You are such an amazing writer. I love how you capture such a complex moment |
| Meri (173.94.251.136) -- Saturday, November 10 2018, 06:04 am So many good poets up here. I always see a picture when I click on a title of your work. |
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