The Days I Found You
The booth, the bar stool …
I didn’t expect to miss you
when I got there.
That place we used to go.
You’re not there anymore.
It felt like you were
but still out of reach.
The booth, the bar stool,
the Sex on the Beach,
it was still there.
But where were you?
Those nights on the town
in a haze.
Those days I found you.
But where are you?
We held hands
like electric,
like vibrations of sound.
The dance, the town,
the days I found you.
You wanted to see me,
I wanted to see you.
I couldn’t
past the days I found you.
The days and weeks
and months into years
going on
way past those days I found you.
Your number’s in my phone
but I just sit there alone
gone
way past those days I found you.
The music in my ear
so sweet when you were near,
now just a melody
to remind me
of those days I found you.
The crowd round me cheer.
I sit in the booth
going nowhere
in that place I found you.
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I think I admire E. E. Cummings the most out of the great poets; because of his totally unorthodox approach. For substance, I like Walt Whitman. For rhythm, I like Edgar Allan Poe. For the raw stuff, I like Ginsberg. I also like a little Dylan Thomas.
As for my own writing, I like to explore deeper feelings but feelings that have broad meaning too.
Hope to share some of that meaningful writing here.
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Nice poem, Nathan. It is sad when one is not emotionally there in a relationship. Well done.
Nice work Nathan, enjoyed it my friend.
Oh those bitter sweet memories, going to places where the two of you had or met with romance. I’ve from time to time revisited such places myself and felt a tinge of sadness or what might of or could have been if the two of us stayed together. A very stirring poem of re-visitations of ones heart and soul.
Nice work Nathan. I must agree with Phyllis it is truly sad when love is unrequited.
Thanks everybody, Vincent definitely got the spirit of this poem pretty much spot on. I appreciate your interpretations Phyllis and Paul, though my original intent here was not a story of unrequited love or emotional distance. However, I think a poem is always up for interpretation of the reader and I’m tempted to leave this one open to interpretation without the interference of the author’s intent. But I can’t quite help myself, the urge to express the feeling behind this poem is pushing me to explain; it seems Vincent relates to the feeling behind this poem because his comment is pretty much spot on, as I said. The intent I had in writing this one was to convey a story of two people who definitely loved each other and should have stayed together except one decided not to, the one who revisits the pub where they used to go; he regrets the fact that he let go of her and in fact did not want to.