return to poetrydust
Different
We're talking
Laughing and teasing
Like we always do.
But this time
I feel different.
This isn't ordinary
Somehow
Something's changed
Someone isn't the same.
Trying to push thoughts aside
I turn back to you
And you grin at me
Worries melt away
What am I saying?
We're still the same.
No one's changed.
I shift through my thoughts
Still hanging on to your words
My hands self-consciously
Feel my clothes.
Is it me?
Am I the cause of my discomfort?
I shudder and focus back to you
I still feel the same.
Still feeling shaken
I tell you what I felt
What was on my mind
a few seconds ago
You look at me
And you laugh, dismissing my doubts.
Relaxed, I laugh along.
What was my worry?
Everything's all right.
After more talk
You say you've got to go
Saying goodbye,
You walk out
But not before turning off
One of our favourites on the radio.
The silent room
Echoes my pause.
Strange,
I thought you loved that song.
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Note: one of the many Mac poems (a guy who was my best friend before he felt he needed to be in the popular crowd. Needless to say I lost him, and he lost his old adorable self for a shiny new face and practiced artificiality). I also call him my muse, because he gave me reason to keep on writing (I had a boyfriend before who hated my interest in poetry), and of course, something to write about. Be amazed at this poem's similarities with its twin.