Lie To Me - Poem by Zach Stahle
An old wooden gazeebo
hidden in the center of the nieghborhood
placed under the summer night sky
holds so much emotion
beneath its chipping paint
The winding stone path leading to it
covered in twigs and berries
underneath the trees
and overgrown bushes
feels so familiar
It's like a surrogate home
A home left behind years ago
I walk the path
the sticks crack and the berries fall around me...
...like they did on that day
I step inside the gazeebo
The wood is aged and worn
I sit on the bench against the wall
The same bench where we sat
I sit and I stare into nothingness...
until you approach
I nearly fall from the bench
I cannot speak
I cannot walk
I cannot move
I just watch you walk towards me...
...and you're smiling...
You look so much more beautiful than I remember
You sit next to me on the bench
exactly where you sat ages ago
I turn my head to say something
I'm still frozen
I just stare at you
You're staring back
I come closer...
...and we share our second first kiss...
It tastes so much sweeter than on that day ages ago...
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