That Night

 

Humid heat and perfume,

dance around with beers.

Bitter Sweet Symphony

playing in my ears.

 

Sweaty people jostle

for first getting rounds.

You stood there before me

fading out surrounds.

 

Thought you were your brother;

we smiled holding eyes.

You did things he never –

body sensitized.

 

We both loved Jimmy Stuart…

time zoomed pub was closed.

Outside we talked for hours –

feeling were exposed

 

Relished your everything –

lay down for a year.

You joined hearts with string –

but love was never clear.

 

Crumbled hopes and trampled heart

Bandaged up, shipped away.

But sometimes I go back there

inside – when days are grey.

 

I write under a pen name and nobody in my life knows I have a blog. They’re never heard of Beth O’Neal. Here’s a little poem my husband wouldn’t like. If it disappears along with chunk of other stuff, Beth has been outed.  I love my husband, he’s a better man than this one. Still, it’s nice to romanticise the past 😉

The Ex

 

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It was funny meeting you again,

and awkward in a way.

It really has been quite some time,

11 years you say?

 

I think I owe you an apology,

was in the wrong crowd and high a lot.

You say I never turned up that night?

I think I’d lost the plot.

 

We did share a few cool nights,

in schools’ final twilight week.

Those end days were crazy times though

like playing hide and seek.

 

HER

Yes it’s been quite a few years now,

and there was an awfully lot unsaid.

Star Wars was our final date here.

Before we went to bed.

 

It’s too late to apologise,

was hurt and disappointed at the time.

I see you still don’t listen do you?

I said it was 11 years and nine.

 

I’d like you to meet my son.

It’s his birthday here today.

 We’re in to see the Force Awakens,

does he look familiar by the way?

 

Friends said he’s a miniature version,

of his daddy – and it’s true.

It’s taken years to finally accept

that he’s a perfect clone of YOU!

 

In response to the daily word prompt Miniature

 

If you like this, you might like The Break-Up or my other creative writing posts