Autumn is usually more beautiful
In songs than in life, but that one
Was filled with breathtaking colours
And an open fire sort of warmth
Whenever our fingers stole a
Secret moment to interlock.

Somehow the autumns since then
In which everything happened
Have been less memorable than
The one where nothing ever quite did...

All those silly ideas I had
About running away with you
That somehow didn't seem so
Ridiculous at the time
Now bring a smile to my face
Like you did when you slipped
Your hand surreptitiously into mine.

Even though I knew you could
Never be mine, the glow you brought
To my soul and the song
You sparked in my heart meant
That I would have been yours, if
I had ever been the one you wanted.

Now of course I realise that
You made the right choice
For both of us, and I can look back
On those moments of almost madness
With a wry smile, and recall
All those kisses that never quite
Made the jump from my dreams
To our reality...

That was the leap that we could
Never quite have finished while
We weighed one another down
With our immaturities and our
Insecurities.

And somewhere after that realisation,
You became a dozen words
Every few months, a grainy
Old photograph, and the vividly
Remembered feeling of two hands,
Differently made, yet somehow
Perfectly matched.

01/14/2004

Posted on 01/16/2004
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