Tying myself down to another soul
Always gave me a
fright
So, whenever someone
got close
I would always take
flight
And I lived solely by
that plan
Even the slightest
hint of admiration
Would be enough to
spur me on
To some hitherto
unknown destination
And I could have spent
an eternity
Constantly running
away from love
Then we met and at once I knew
That you fit me perfectly like a glove
They met one day at the park
Just an everyday happenstance
She thought he had
promise
From the very first
glance
But giving herself was
a gamble
So was it worth a chance?
She thought she would and
was
Rewarded with a great
romance
My life was a perfect harmony and
Love was the rhythm of
the dance
I hear no music now or
feel the rhythm
And that’s my lonely
circumstance
An Angel might fall from the sky,
A Goddess may fall
from a tree,
But you only lived
next door
When you fell in love
with me
A call of the innocence
That was what it was
When the fifteen year
old me
Picked up the phone
To call Theresa
Flaherty
My palms were so
sweaty
I could barely hold
the phone
Whereas my mouth was
so dry
I doubted I could
speak
But I dialled the
number
And I eventually got
it right
On the third attempt
And then it seemed
To ring for an eternity
But then it was
answered
“Hello” the sweet
voice said
“Theresa?” I croaked
“Yes” she replied
sweetly
“It’s Paul” I said
“from school”
I don’t know why I added
the last bit
“Oh hi Paul” she said
And I tried to gauge
if it was
A despairing “oh hi Paul”
Or a pleasantly
surprised one
But as I had never
asked
A girl out before
I had no benchmark for
it
So a few minutes
passed
Of nervous small talk
Interspersed with
awkward silences
As the heart in my
chest pounded
And beat like an eagles wing
While my head throbbed
And my stomach
Was a flutter of
butterflies
As I approached the
reason for my call
And the question I had
for her
Which I had been
rehearsing all week
But it vanished from
my mind
So in the end I rather
abruptly blurted out
“Will you go to the
pictures with me?”
“Oh” she exclaimed
with surprise
And added “Yes I’d
love to”
My heart was doing
cartwheels of delight
But I had to try to
remain calm
“That’s great” I
responded and hung up
And so ended a call of
innocence,
And then I cursed myself
for being an idiot
So I rang Theresa
again five minutes later
To discuss the date,
place and time
And so began our first
passion
As we stroll along the muddy puddled paths
That dissect the lush
green pasture
We are caught in a squally
august shower
And must hastily head
for cover
It was a futile
gesture as we were soaked
Within a minute of
running through wet grass
But we eventually
reached a sturdy oak
Where we waited out
the storm, until
Bright yellow beams of
light pierced the canopy
We emerged from our
cover and resumed the stroll
Everything was wet
from the rain, with
Raindrop glistening on
every leaf and bough
So we made haste along
the sun swathed paths
Safe in the knowledge that when the rain came again
They would be safely
inside looking out
You cannot live your life on the same page
Nor can you reread pages
from happier times
You must turn to a new
page and write on
Leave the pain of loss
and regret
On the bookshelf and
start a new chapter
And fill the pages with what life has to offer
