Our words came out like poetry,
our conversation felt like a poem
A verse from you, followed by one from me
Very emotional, very true
Our words were patient and kind
Full of feeling
Honesty weaved itself between each word, as silence sat in between
We flowed with the words, line by line, as we walked together that Saturday in the Summer
Hard conversations are hard; rough, but needed
Poetry has a way to soften the rough words making it easier for them to come out
It almost has this way of becoming a therapeutic connection from one soul to another
Our steps began to align as we saw each other’s point of view
Hand in hand we continued to walk
I looked at you, looking at me thinking how irony has played a role in all of this
We exchanged out truest words through masks covering the bottom half of our faces, as if we were speaking only with our eyes
It was as if it was a secret conversation
It was only ours
Just like all of the poems I ever wrote for you; for your eyes only
The afternoon grew with the day as our conversation lingered
The sun setting
Our words at rest
But only until tomorrow
As tomorrow a new day will begin again
A blank page we can fill with the words of you and I
A continuous, beautiful, soul lined story that I can’t wait to write
