Clear Blue Water

poem by: Nathan Brown
Written on Jun 07, 2016

I wake at 10 and stay in bed after another night of troubled sleep, 
An acoustic tune plays aloud that comforts me as James always seems to do. 
Amongst this cold old room I sidle out from within the unwashed sheets, 
And gather my selection of clothes for the day and try to avoid missing you. 

My tired feet carry me step by step as I find the bathroom door, 
I peak inside as my mind begins to race at the thought of what we did. 
A reimagined scene replays with your head laden against my own, 
The blue-bubbled water surrounding us beckoned us to smile just like kid. 

The softness of her back pressed against my chest was clear,
As was the clarity in the words that she spoke and the look inside her eyes. 
She turned her head and kissed me sweetly with her watery blood red lips, 
I returned her gaze and breathed in and said ‘I hope this feeling never dies’. 

Our mixtape broke the moment and sung us a lullaby tune all about love, 
As Josh told us that opposites attract but that will never matter to him. 
‘Take my hand my love’ I said as we step from beneath the murky water, 
I dried her off, carried her to my room and kissed her sweetly on a whim. 

We dressed for the evening but my eyes could not turn away from her, 
She finished her make up and turned to face me with a twinkling girlish glaze. 
I wore the Harrington she had bought that day and kissed her once again, 
A film scene it might have been but it was real in that early autumnal haze. 

The dinner meal cost nothing but 3 sheets of printed coloured paper, 
She looked so perfect sat there at the table in the striped dress that I had seen. 
I took my seat opposite her and we make talk about everything we had done, 
As I came to the decision that this moment was surely the happiest I had been. 

Flash-forward to present day and I am inside that bathroom on my own, 
3 months ago I first spoke to her expecting not too much in complete honesty. 
So she might read this soon and think of every single last moment we ever had,
It seems all I own is memories now and I don’t want that to be all they’ll ever be.  




 

Tags: sad, love, rhyme, pain, imagery,

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A previous user commented:
Our mix-tape broke love that line cool poem I love it thanks
Frank Hornby . commented on Mar 15, 2020 at 4:07pm
Such a talented poet.....who wears his heart on his sleeve.....

 

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