For months i planned it,
Moment by moment --
Where we would meet...
What I would wear...
What i would say...
But then I was reminded that
the best moments in life,
are neither planned nor scripted.
And so i came here on a whim,
Not knowing where i'd end up,
or how i would approach you.
Eight hours of driving,
of getting lost and then more lost
Gave me time to think
what it would be like.
To picture the expression on your face
when you saw me standing there.
But now, sitting here in this cold hotel room,
all alone,
I'm reminded that things dont always go as you plan them.
Sometimes you go with high expectations, only to be disappointed.
Sometimes you drive all day,
exhausted and anxious,
and you do not get what you came for.
Sometimes you pick up the payphone and dial,
Not knowing what you're going to say,
Or even if you'll have the guts to say it
without slamming down the receiver at "hello."
Big city, with your bright lights and mysteriousness,
You have nothing but heartache to offer me tonight.
Tonight, I go alone to that coffee shop...
The one in your poem, perhaps.
I sit down at a table by the window,
And watch an elderly man and woman
walk hand in hand down the street.
Envious of the bond they share,
Admiring how carefully he steers her around
a puddle on the ground.
The way he turns to look at her,
Maybe in such a way that he looked at her
50 years ago when he won her heart...
I get caught up in wondering how they met,
Forgetting for a moment my own reasons for coming here
I'm brought back to reality by a tap on the shoulder
A friendly waitress, not much older than myself,
Gives me a sympathetic smile as if to say,
"He's not coming."
But instead she just tells me that the coffee shop is closing for the night.
I pay for my coffee and walk back into the night alone.
With a sigh, I glance once more in the direction of your house,
just streets away
A house that i passed just hours ago but didnt have the courage to stop at.
And a good thing too,
Because what does one say,
Showing up on someone's doorstep at this hour?
What laughable sentence does one first utter,
To explain the reasoning behind driving hundreds of miles out of the way,
On a Thursday --
To merely say hello?
Just to see that someone for so much as a moment,
Would make all those hours worth it a hundred times over.
But tonight, its no different than any other night
Even in the same city, in the same state,
Under the same endless stars...
We are still separated,
This time not just geographically.
And I begin to wonder,
Will i always feel this way?
I fall asleep,
in the cold lonely hotel,
and think of the old man and woman,
Saying goodnight to each other,
Not knowing if they will each wake to see another day,
But in their hearts knowing it doesnt matter
For what they have will last forever.
I think of you, wherever you are tonight,
And you dont feel any closer.
And tomorrow, you will be even further away.
I hug my pillow and say goodnight to this beautiful city,
With its yellowing dismal lights, and melancholy stillness...
Tomorrow you will have forgotten me
________________________________
this ended differently when i first wrote it, but only one person now holds that original copy. i obviously didnt save it like i thought i did.
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E-girl
IM: tiggersgurl2067
"...there are 2 paths, you can go back, but in the long run... there's still time to change the road you're on..."
Moment by moment --
Where we would meet...
What I would wear...
What i would say...
But then I was reminded that
the best moments in life,
are neither planned nor scripted.
And so i came here on a whim,
Not knowing where i'd end up,
or how i would approach you.
Eight hours of driving,
of getting lost and then more lost
Gave me time to think
what it would be like.
To picture the expression on your face
when you saw me standing there.
But now, sitting here in this cold hotel room,
all alone,
I'm reminded that things dont always go as you plan them.
Sometimes you go with high expectations, only to be disappointed.
Sometimes you drive all day,
exhausted and anxious,
and you do not get what you came for.
Sometimes you pick up the payphone and dial,
Not knowing what you're going to say,
Or even if you'll have the guts to say it
without slamming down the receiver at "hello."
Big city, with your bright lights and mysteriousness,
You have nothing but heartache to offer me tonight.
Tonight, I go alone to that coffee shop...
The one in your poem, perhaps.
I sit down at a table by the window,
And watch an elderly man and woman
walk hand in hand down the street.
Envious of the bond they share,
Admiring how carefully he steers her around
a puddle on the ground.
The way he turns to look at her,
Maybe in such a way that he looked at her
50 years ago when he won her heart...
I get caught up in wondering how they met,
Forgetting for a moment my own reasons for coming here
I'm brought back to reality by a tap on the shoulder
A friendly waitress, not much older than myself,
Gives me a sympathetic smile as if to say,
"He's not coming."
But instead she just tells me that the coffee shop is closing for the night.
I pay for my coffee and walk back into the night alone.
With a sigh, I glance once more in the direction of your house,
just streets away
A house that i passed just hours ago but didnt have the courage to stop at.
And a good thing too,
Because what does one say,
Showing up on someone's doorstep at this hour?
What laughable sentence does one first utter,
To explain the reasoning behind driving hundreds of miles out of the way,
On a Thursday --
To merely say hello?
Just to see that someone for so much as a moment,
Would make all those hours worth it a hundred times over.
But tonight, its no different than any other night
Even in the same city, in the same state,
Under the same endless stars...
We are still separated,
This time not just geographically.
And I begin to wonder,
Will i always feel this way?
I fall asleep,
in the cold lonely hotel,
and think of the old man and woman,
Saying goodnight to each other,
Not knowing if they will each wake to see another day,
But in their hearts knowing it doesnt matter
For what they have will last forever.
I think of you, wherever you are tonight,
And you dont feel any closer.
And tomorrow, you will be even further away.
I hug my pillow and say goodnight to this beautiful city,
With its yellowing dismal lights, and melancholy stillness...
Tomorrow you will have forgotten me
________________________________
this ended differently when i first wrote it, but only one person now holds that original copy. i obviously didnt save it like i thought i did.
------------------
E-girl
IM: tiggersgurl2067
"...there are 2 paths, you can go back, but in the long run... there's still time to change the road you're on..."
Smiley