The first

We were like two characters of a movie.
The plot,well that was sad and gradual
The two of us,an attraction so powerful...we are opposites,

But our love.
That was the binding factor you see,captivating it didn't just trap us but also those around us.

Everything was perfect,weekdays were a blur,
A countdown to seeing you.

We were sad, quiet and hopeful together
We'd built the basis of all good on four dark hours we got a week,
We'd drive to make them longer and linger in the cold,
But just as the wind blew away that umbrella we'd stolen,we just weren't meant to be.

We over thought,cared too much and hesitated.
I moved away and you moved up,but we're still the same,
Both doing our own thing until our paths cross again.
I remember that conversation as it if was our last,
The rain and steam on the windows left us a perfect canvas one I had smeared and rejected so in some ways I'd wish that had been our last.
Really it was the first.

Reviews

[AJNJ]

More like an inner dialogue within yourself then something you’d want to put for consumption out there. But I could get the feeling you’re trying to put across. Those who have freshly broken up may appreciate.

[Want2Write]

I like to be open with my writing,it's a concept of transparency. For my work to represent something of meaning I prefer to include my "inner dialogue". From your comment I can tell this has been effective, thank you for paying so much attention to it, I'll be sure to continue the same.

[AJNJ]

Please carry on