Oh I'm falling in love.
Oh no, I'm falling in love again.
Oh, I'm falling in love...
I'm not sure. I don't know. But what a question!
Because all I can think about is that person that has me questioning everything...
All I can think about is you.
Your hand grazed my back once. I stopped breathing.
Your shoulder pushed mine a few times. The harsh, yet so incredibly delicate touch still lingers in the air.
Your soft and gentle fingers traced out the palm of my hand as a hint of worry flashed through you wonderfully gorgeous eyes. I still feel your ghost touching me with the hand I always want to hold.
The same fingers that took off my ring to observe it. Twirling it as it shined under the burning sun, under the burning light of your gaze.
And then most recently, the way my fist connected with the palm of your hand as a smirk was drawn on your face. Pain was sent through my body as my skin turned red, but I laughed, unable to stop. We were both laughing, actually, as the sun warmed our skins on that early spring day.
Oh... What is this?
Remembering your touch, your words, your eyes as if they were still here. The ghost of you always stays with me, even when you are gone.
So I ask, what is this?
And it's when I recall the euphoria it brings me when your eyes settle on me; because you choose to look at me, that I find the answer.
Oh.
I'm falling in love...
YOU ARE READING
L.T.
PoetryIf there was a price in emotion, this book would cost it all... Our tears were melodies that made our feelings a symphony. My life flashed before my eyes. And I got to fall in love with you all over again. I'm fine. But that's a lie.
