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Caitlin: 9.34

by Andrew S Adams

back when times were between us
and ours just a little more than friends-
sometimes, i beg for those nights-
the one on your bed.
the one where, we sat,
nine minutes, thirty-four seconds.
waiting an eternity, listening.
i wonder sometimes if it was possible
that i was being too lost in hope.

i wish i was somewhere else right now
when the time moved so slow
where i had no place to go-
but to be in your arms.
sometimes, i left too soon
hanging on to the moon,
as the sun rose on the world

shining a light a little to early for me.

04/20/2003

Author's Note: written for caitlin a while ago.. when i started dating abby...

Posted on 04/21/2003
Copyright © 2022 Andrew S Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 04/21/03 at 05:06 AM

Hmm, are you sure you weren't Calliope in your past life? Or one of the other nine muses...

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