One Day
one day
we crossed paths
it was an accident
a mere coincidence amidst the routine day
and I felt love
for the very first time
one day
we laughed and laughed
and you smiled at me
and said
"you really are something beautiful"
one day
we walked through the record store
in the old part of our city
and you took my hand
for the very first time
and my cheeks felt like the sun
one day
you told me you loved me
as we lay on the grass in that park
the itchy blades tickling the back of my legs
and the summer sun
spotting my arms with more freckles
one day
we began to grow apart
and I felt my heart
tearing at the seams
as you drifted further
and further away from me
one day
I left you
because I knew that
one day
you would leave me
and it's been quite some time since that
one day
but perhaps
maybe
one day
coincidence will meet up with routine again
and somebody new
will take my hand and tell me
"you really are something beautiful"
e.m.t.
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