I.
Doubts and fear rising,
Threatening cancellation.
My wavering faith.
II.
Going wrong ways in
Airports before finding your
Smile waiting on me.
III.
Multitude of firsts,
Some things more than expected.
Not always bad though.
IV.
Footsteps headed your
Direction. Where does this path
Lead? The promised land?
V.
Time to move along.
The fat lady's sung her song.
Feelings in the wind.
VI.
Wheels up and eyelids
Down. I don't see til on the
Ground. Feet still floating.
VII.
Days pass faithfully.
Pics remind of yesterday.
Seems like just a dream.
VIII.
Washing away scents
Remembered by locs of hair.
Memories draining.
Copyright © 2014 Natasha Guy
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
First 2014 Poem
The One
You were the one
Who made me laugh
With a two word voicemail.
You are the one
Asking all the wrong questions
At exactly the right times.
You'll always be the one
Who provided the comfiest place
In a quiet room.
For now, you are that one.
Who knows if you are my one.
That story hasn't even begun.
I was the one
Who tried to find the gift
You didn't know you wanted.
I am the one
Poking and prodding until
I find your smile's hiding place.
I'll always be the one
Who helped you discover
How Jack fell down the hill.
He and she are not "they".
You and I are not "we" today.
But always friends, come what may.
Copyright © 2014 Natasha Guy
You were the one
Who made me laugh
With a two word voicemail.
You are the one
Asking all the wrong questions
At exactly the right times.
You'll always be the one
Who provided the comfiest place
In a quiet room.
For now, you are that one.
Who knows if you are my one.
That story hasn't even begun.
I was the one
Who tried to find the gift
You didn't know you wanted.
I am the one
Poking and prodding until
I find your smile's hiding place.
I'll always be the one
Who helped you discover
How Jack fell down the hill.
He and she are not "they".
You and I are not "we" today.
But always friends, come what may.
Copyright © 2014 Natasha Guy
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