You, me, ripped jeans,
Cigarette ash, beer, iPod.
That was seventeen years ago
And that is seventeen seconds ago.
Nothing much has changed
Except those superficial
wrinkled next to our eyes,
the rings on our third
finger and the slight
loose fat on our arms.
Nothing much has changed
Except when our song
came, we felt a tingle
imagining our future and
now we feel nostalgia
imagining what could’ve
become of you and me, us.
Nothing much has changed,
Except that our previously
clandestine meetings are
now known to our husbands.
Nothing much has changed,
Except that I’m afraid to tell
you how I still feel about
you and that you are now
afraid to hear what I may
say, even though you know.
Nothing much has changed
in these seventeen years.
It is still a small party.
You, me, ripped jeans,
Cigarette ash, beer, iPod
and our unsent vestiges
of love, received.
Niceeeeee❤.
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Thank you 😀
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I loved this. 🙂
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Thank you very much ❤
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I love the flow of the words here, emotions infused perfectly 🙂
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Thank you very much Andy 😀
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Cheers! 🙂
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seventeen instants….seventeen flashes….seventeen images burned onto our retinas…
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That was purely coincidental 😀 So glad you pointed that out! 🙂
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Wow, I really love how your poetry is growing and developing, Akanksha! There is a real element of depth and maturity in this piece. ❤ I enjoyed it a lot. Keep writing! 🙂
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Thank you Yusra 😀 It’s an honour from a poet like you! Thank you :*
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Beautiful
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Thank you 😀
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Welcome!
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Beautifully done! And a very imaginative post!
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Thank you very much AdiC! Happy you like it 🙂
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Raw and amazing.
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Thanks a ton ❤
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Absolutey beautiful!
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Thanks a lot Pernnille, it means a ton 😀
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