Today
Was a
Perfect day
To go left
With you.
The sun
Was shining,
The world
Was chaotic,
And all
I wanted
Was to
Run away
With you.
If you
Were still here,
Just down
The hall,
Suffering through
Your sentence
With me,
We would have
Planned
Our escape
From the
Mad house,
And gotten
Lost with
Each other.
All alone
In the forest,
Walking,
Interlocking fingers,
Hiding from
The real world
That slowly
Drove us mad.
Instead,
We would
Go left,
Driving away
From the noise,
The stress,
And gossip.
Going left
Always meant
We were happy.
We were
Never alone
When we would
Go left
Because we
Always had
Each other.
But you left,
And now
I’m left
All alone
On perfect days
Like this.
How I longed
To go left
Today
With you…
The Return of the Modern Philosopher 
This is beautiful…..
Thank you. Just a little midnight venting of the heart after a long, lonely week…
Very nice, Austin. Nostalgia and longing without being overly so. beautiful reverie of a simple thought from a reatlionship.
Thank you, Karen. I’m sometimes surprised by what my brain can come up with around midnight. 🙂
These beautiful words are going to continue resonating in my head all day!
I’m sorry you’ll have my voice in your head all day, but at least the words are lovely. 🙂
What can I say, other than beautiful. Just beautiful….you big softy you! 🙂
Earlier in the day, I texted The Girl With The Key To My Heart and I told her if she were still here, it would’ve been the perfect day to go left at lunch. It just stuck in my head all day, and became this poem…
I wasn’t aware you could write poetry too! A man of many talents! 🙂
Search on poetry, and you will find many a poem. I’m warning you now, though, they don’t rhyme! 😉
Thanks for the compliment…
very sweet
Thank you. The Hopeless Romantic swiped my laptop again and wrote the post…
Perfect.
I’m glad you enjoyed it. Wish it were perfect on this end, though…
I hear ya.
🙂
Love it
Thank you. 🙂