Did you see us dancing?
It didn't even have to be in the summer heat
Or amidst a winter storm
Or under the spring rain
Did you see our picturesque waltz?
On the grass
By the oval
Or
In the kitchen
Atop bench tops
Or
Outside a classroom
Better yet in it
Spinning around tables and chairs
Did you see our scene together
We didn't even have to be actors
We didn't even need fancy costumes
Or un baggy hoodies and clean jeans
Did you see us
Because we didn't even need a fancy ballroom with mirror walls
To see us
Because we could just look into each others eyes
Did you hear our music playing
The instruments you played
And the voices of which we sang
Did you hear the siren of ours
Yet still quiet
Feeling like we were the only ones that could hear
Did you taste the ice cream we shared
The cold sweet dessert favourite
Did you feel my hand as you held it
Did it swelter in the summer
With heat or nerves or time?
Did you read the words I wrote
With a gander
Or precision
Barely ever skimming
Or forever doing so
Did you feel the thing I did
At the same time even
Did you feel the anxiety of the room
The sadness of the place
The beauty that it held outside
And the sorrow within
Did you feel any of it
Did you feel anything with me
Did you love it
Did you hate it
Do you hate me
Or do you love it?
Completely truly impeccably so
Did you do any of these things?
Did you dance
Did you sing
Did you eat
Did you hold
Did you grasp
Did you feel
Did you see
Did you hear
Did you do anything?
Or didn't you have too
Not because you loved me
Not too little
Or either
Too much
But did you do none of it
Because
You don't exist
Or simply
Aren't there yet
Or have soon
To join my life
Maybe not for the first time
Maybe once again
Or maybe you will be
Entirely new
And not nearly forgotten
And perhaps
You will do all those things
But for now
I'll be on my own mountain
Alone
Within my meadow
Dancing
Or looking out
Leaning on the fence
Music to my own soul
Singing in my heart
Dancing alone
Holding my future in my hands
Not yet eating my ice cream
For I don't feel it
Loving myself
For being myself
And
Maybe finallyDoing something for
And being worth myself
For I cannot just wait for you
Forever
YOU ARE READING
Shit rant poems
PoetryThere are so so so many typos and one day, I'll fix them all.....maybe