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Sitting in the park,

just the two of us.

Laughing and joking,

just like friends would.

Talking about the weather,

talking about the past,

talking about our hopes and dreams,

and even talking about our ex’s.

It was about time to leave,

it was getting dark,

and dreary.

Storm rollin’ in.

As you walked me home,

we talked and laughed,

just like before,

when on that park bench.

But as we were talking,

you took my hand.

And silence took place of our words.

We stopped in front of my house,

still silent as can be.

Then something I least expected happened,

when you leaned over and kissed me.

We are supposed to be friends.

Nothing more, nothing less.

But now it seems a little more,

than I ever imagined.

We walked onto my porch,

to the old swing.

Where I sat in your arms,

for what seemed like forever.

Still silent.

One minute friends,

the next, something more.

You didn’t even have to ask,

and now we are together,

on my old porch swing,

in the middle of a storm.

Still silent.

Rain falling from the sky.

In your arms I feel safe,

from all the harm.

Thunder broke the silence.

The silence of our words.

When I screamed and you held me,

and told me those magical words.

That you loved me,

and would never let anything happen to me.

So we sat on the old porch swing,

in the middle of a storm,

when thunder broke our silence.



~*~ Jill ~*~