15 - Poem by Jean Renwick
It’s been 15 days since my hand was held in yours.
It was a sunny day, and sharp
And we swallowed shyness with our ice cream cones.
I was so antsy with wanting to really look at you
To create a snapshot of you at that place in those circumstances.
It’s been 15 weeks since you first stood in my doorway.
Smiling, hair swept back, and oh god, so sexy in those tight jeans and t-shirt
I think every time you wore that, we forgot what we had planned for the day.
Like a watermark on my life, imprinted everywhere I go.
It’s been 15 months since we met accidently on purpose
In the supermarket cereal aisle.
Like a couple in some dime-store novel or that Piña Colada song
Sending personal ads to one another and meeting up as strangers.
But we didn’t need that; we just knew where each other would be.
I opened my eyes this morning
And it’s been 15 years since you laid by my side
Since our last crazy rendezvous
Since your presence filled my house
Since our hands clasped and swung between us.
It seems like only yesterday.
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