The ex wrote me a poem - a villanelle, no less - and sent it to me as a birthday gift.
There's something to be said for knowing someone so well that even though the poem does not mention you at all, she uses the word "rapprochement" in it and you know exactly what she is asking.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm a fool for having that sort of knowledge of someone and letting it go.
I'm no idiot. I know such things are rare.
"There is no kiss as deep as this, or wide."
But whatever we were, it turned, like the turn in a Petrarchan sonnet between the octave and the sextet. It got restated a new way.
But the rhythm is still there. The rhythm is still there.
I can't go back, but the thought of it haunts me anyway.
There's something to be said for knowing someone so well that even though the poem does not mention you at all, she uses the word "rapprochement" in it and you know exactly what she is asking.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm a fool for having that sort of knowledge of someone and letting it go.
I'm no idiot. I know such things are rare.
"There is no kiss as deep as this, or wide."
But whatever we were, it turned, like the turn in a Petrarchan sonnet between the octave and the sextet. It got restated a new way.
But the rhythm is still there. The rhythm is still there.
I can't go back, but the thought of it haunts me anyway.
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echobuny's comments hit home for me too. my first love (i was 18, he was 16) still lives around here. we've gone completely separate ways, but when i see him i get this weird feeling and all of a sudden i'm a kid again. wouldn't want to rekindle anything by ANY means, but there's a weird feeling none the less.
if there was a "spark" there with someone, when you come across that person you'll always feel your heart leap a little bit .
i feel like i'm the runon sentence queen. sorry bout that