Met up with you for
Breakfast this morning
And you asked if I had Plans.
I said not really,
I would probably go down
To the pawn shop later,
I wanted to look for
A new guitar.
Your girlfriend's smile
Lit up the whole cafe.
She then proclaimed that
You both would go with me,
It would be an adventure.
I sat, still and
Somewhat stunned,
A strange mix
Of hesitant and hopeful.
You caught my eye
While levering a forkful
Of flapjacks to your face
And winked, so I relaxed.
(I like her, you know.
She's nice.
You deserve someone
Sweet and a little sassy.)
(She's definitely classy.)
(I want her to like me.
I am constantly worrying
About accidentally causing
A rift between you two,
Because of the depth
Of the relationship
Between us.)
(Silly,
I know.
You're fine.)
So we piled into her car
And drove downtown,
Past the malls and
Cement walls that one
Typically finds in
Built up urban areas.
We got a little lost
Somewhere along the way.
Thankfully your phone
Is capable of searching
Google maps.
Much to my embarrassment.
(It would have been easier to let me drive.)
(You're blind in one eye.)
(And your point is?)
(Nevermind.)
We rolled up and parked,
Strolled in, and I fell
In love
With every single
Guitar I saw.
Thankfully
You were there to tell me
Which ones were cheaters.
You picked one up while
We girls wandered around,
I strummed all the guitars
To find the perfect sound.
None quite fit
And I was ready
To quit
When you tapped my shoulder
And said
"Try this one."
It was love at first strum,
Playing it was incredibly fun.
It came to life in my hands
As I leaned over it,
Face hidden behind silken strands
Of hair.
I honestly didn't notice
That it was there until
Your girlfriend tucked a lock
Behind my ear
As I was playing.
When I looked up in shock
She grinned.
"I think she likes that one."
So I bought it.
Sitting here at home now
Thinking back on the day,
Struggling to think of
Something to say
That would adequately express
How happy I am.
I think I'll just
Write a poem
And play my
New guitar.
You can't help but like
You can't help but like someone who likes the guitar. And this is poetry, a well written poem if you ask me. Thank you for sharing.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Earlier Today, I Swear
I thought "A perfect prose poem has to be absolutely clear and simply written." And here it is, with asides, you put in asides and I was grinning at them. A bit of conversation, persona with depth - wooooowwwwed again ~A~
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Haha!
Thank you both! I'm glad you liked the asides, Lady A. That particular friend and I have whole conversations without actually speaking, and writing down what is said in those is pretty fun. =)