NOT MINE<\/p>\n
I felt your hands once, but not as a friend or lover. I felt your arms around me once or twice, I think of you every day, though I shouldn’t. I do not know if you see me from afar, or if you even think of me. These feelings are irrational and illogical, I know. No… it is not a delusion, nor am I insane. I feel the impossible truth of it. <\/p>\n — Saskia Lynge \/ Hour 2<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" NOT MINE I felt your hands once, but not as a friend or lover. I felt your body pressed against mine, in a game of moves and counter moves. Silently, secretly… I wanted you to stay there forever. To embrace you, to feel the warmth…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":812,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[2250,2164,2252,2251,2249,2253,31,37,467,2170],"class_list":["post-33337","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-embrace","tag-hour2","tag-whatif","tag-wish","tag-yearn","tag-yours-mine","tag-love","tag-strength","tag-warmth","tag-yearning"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33337","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/812"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33337"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33337\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34536,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33337\/revisions\/34536"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33337"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33337"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33337"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span>I felt your body pressed against mine, in a game of moves
\n<\/span>and counter moves.
\n<\/span>Silently, secretly… I wanted you to stay there forever.
\nTo embrace you, to feel the warmth and the rightness of you.
\nI cursed the mocking hands of time as your comforting presence left mine,
\nreminding me of the void within that I had forgotten so long ago.<\/p>\n
\nfeeling slightly more than a cordial embrace.
\nI closed my eyes and breathed you in, not wanting to say goodbye.
\nI couldn’t<\/em> tell you that my arms didn’t want to let you go,
\nI couldn’t<\/em> tell you that my heart hoped you didn’t want to let go of me, too.
\nSo I smiled and laughed, a carefully constructed mask put in place.
\nYou could see me, but not the tearing of what I felt underneath.
\nThe need to protect you was a compelling force, so a facade went up,
\nand every handkerchief of interest I could drop stayed within my pockets.<\/p>\n
\nNothing inappropriate or improper, but even so…
\nYou are not mine, so I cannot be yours.
\nNot even in my dreams.
\nThe truth of that ringing the bluest of tunes through the hollows of my soul.
\nThough love does not truly hold your heart,
\nI do not wish it to ever be broken.
\nStand tall and strong, man of the earth, for you are.
\nYou are like the Oak tree who has learned to bend as a Willow.
\nWhat draws me to you, if not this kind of strength?<\/p>\n
\nSelfishly, I could hope for that.
\nBut I am not<\/em> selfish, nor can I make you see me if you do not already.
\nI do not have a halo of light surrounding me,
\nnor an air of superficiality pouring from my being.
\nJust because I yearn for you – though I can never tell you –
\ndoesn’t mean I’m the kind of woman you would ever yearn for in return.<\/p>\n
\nI do not know you or your depths, nor do you know me or mine.
\nAnd yet I wish… I wish I could know you and all the secrets you hide.
\nI would guard them with my heart, with my life.
\nI wish you could know me and the abyss of secrets I hold,
\nbut only if you would guard me<\/em> with your heart and your life.
\nI wish for the opportunity to discover what could’ve been,
\nif time and circumstance had been on my side.
\nInsanely, impossibly, I feel as though you are my missing piece.<\/p>\n
\nSomehow, you could complete the puzzle that is me.
\nIf you should ever find yourself free, think of me.
\nIf you were mine, I could be yours.
\nTogether, we could discover the worlds that lay at our feet,
\nand we could know an all consuming love,
\nthat not even eternity could quench.<\/p>\n