A day at the park
And we talked for 8 hours straight
A day at the park and I couldn’t take the smile off my face
A day spent by his side
And I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much
A day looking into his eyes and couldn’t help but see a spark
A day in his company
And I felt happy, for the first time in a long time
A day at his side
And I never felt more alive
It was just a day in the park
But I can’t get it out of my head
It was just a few hours with a friend
But I can’t pretend I didn’t feel it might be the beginning of something.
But I must have been wrong because after our day in the park, I never heard from him much.
So much for thinking, it may have been love.
Reblogged this on empiricaladventure and commented:
There is something almost spiritual about meetings in the park which you have captured here. They are sanctuaries which take us out of our routine lives, but as you point out, the feelings engendered in there can sometimes be misleading. I was lucky, I found love in a park. It lasted for three years and I’ve never forgotten it.
Yes, you are so right. I found love in a park before also. It lasted 4 years & i will never forget it. Best experience of my life ❤
Great piece Erika! I haven’t seen a post from you in awhile. I’m glad you are back. 🙂
I know! I’ve had writers block times infinity lol
It’s nice to be welcomed back! Thanks so much Jarrod ❤
I wonder if that was his first time spending such a long time around someone like you. I have little knowledge in this subject, though.
Beautiful poem. It seems these connections are felt often yet the heart is overruled by something that makes less sense than to simply acknowledge what the heart whispers to us.
I definitely agree with that. I’ve experienced that feeling before. Thank you.
It may very well have been, Erika. Some guys scare easily after the fact, not wanting to let someone else in for one reason or another. But those with courage follow the spark. 🙂
Hmm that’s a good point Dave. Some times I think maybe I said something wrong or was too vulnerable or maybe he was just pretending. But if he didn’t like me then why did he stay so long and why did he try to kiss me at the end of the night? I keep re playing it in my head but maybe he didn’t see a spark in me. Thank you for your comment. It definitely made me feel better.
You’re very welcome, Erika! Always remember you are more than worth it. His loss. 😉
;)Thank you Dave. You’ve made me smile. ❤
Happy to, Erika! 🙂