“So, what I’m feeling right now
is what happens when one is in love?”
His face crunches up in slight disgust.
I boink his head, slightly.
“Yes, and it is a wonderful feeling!” I spread my arms
wide, inviting good thoughts and feelings.
My brother still looked disgusted.
I roll my eyes. He continues, “But why does it make me feel sick
to think of him, or even the thought of talking to him
when I know I love him?”
“It is the anticipation that you’re going to see someone
with a beautiful soul and that your own soul
is awakened by it.
It’s very special,” I bite my lip,
thinking about my first love.
Of how his hair tickled my neck when he hugged me,
or the firm way he held me when I cried.
The sweet whispers to calm me down,
holding my hand firmly in his
and showing me off to the world.
I loved him, but he didn’t love me back,
or at least, the same way I did, and
I wipe away the tears that are threatening to
fall from my eyes.
Just like I did for so many nights
all those years ago.
I kinda like this poem. It is a bit detached, but I still like it.
These prompts, The New Renaissance, were created by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni, and I am attempting these with Parvathi over at Queen Talks.