Not sure what this is -- some freestyle thingamagig. Is it a short story? A poem? A pory? (story/poem combo word I just made up) The idea for it just popped into my head earlier today, so I'm nervously sharing it ;-)
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MONDAY, I met you.
Colliding along our journey in opposite directions.
The filled bag you had with you dangerously swung,
I reached out to prevent it from falling.
The moment I gazed into your soulful eyes, I fell.
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TUESDAY, I called you.
Loquacious, we chatted for quite a while.
Purple was your favorite color,
Bacon cheeseburgers your favorite food,
You were the youngest of four girls,
You've always wanted to perform karaoke,
Yet too shy.
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WEDNESDAY, I phoned you for a date.
You were unable to speak long,
As you had tests and an appointment.
However, I hung up beaming, as you said yes.
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THURSDAY, I knocked on your door.
You were self conscious about your gown.
I truthfully responded that you looked beautiful,
And proceeded to take you for a ride.
A nearby cafeteria style eatery our destination,
I surprised you with bacon cheeseburgers,
Fries, thick shakes and karaoke.
Other diners joining in on the fun,
I talked you into several duets.
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FRIDAY, I got my butt whipped.
We spent the day playing every board game you owned,
And you won all of them except one round of Scrabble.
I still believe you let me win it.
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SATURDAY, I kissed you.
It poured, and as you watched the drops fall,
I mostly watched you, falling deeper,
Falling in love with you so effortlessly.
And so I scooted my chair closer,
Gently turned your face toward mine,
And tasted a mouth so sweet, honey couldn't compare.
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SUNDAY, I held you.
You stayed in bed,
I spooned you, occasionally kissing the back of your head,
Through the silk covering it.
Neither of us talkative that day,
We did speak in between napping.
I whispered that I loved you at one point.
My lips twitched into a brief smile,
As you declared you loved me too.
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MONDAY, I lost you.
I knew it the moment I arrived at your door,
Watched you, so still in your bed.
Not wanting to intrude, I moved to return to my room,
When your mother caught my hand.
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MONDAY, I kissed you one last time.
Amongst the sniffles and quiet sobs of your loved ones,
I leaned next to your bed,
Trailing my fingers along a still warm cheek.
I silently prayed for you to have a pleasant journey above the clouds,
And thanked you for giving me the best seven days of my life.
