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Here I sit, in a booth, by a window, Waiting. My hands are trembling, My heart's racing, my stomach's in knots. I stare out into the parking lot. I watch a family of four pass by.
I reach into my pocket And pull out the note That was slid under my door Concealed in an envelope With "From Crystal" Written in her special style.
So many years since we last spoke, So many years since we parted ways And walked out of each other's lives. A cordial goodbye and a soft kiss, Then we were supposed to move on And not dwell on what we had.
As I reread the words she composed, Her words of honest feeling, Filled with a longing that resembles mine.
As I wipe a tear from my eye, I feel a gentle tap, A soft, familiar nudge On my shoulder.
I look up into the waiting eyes Of a face that's burnt into my memory, A face I never thought I'll ever see again. Then comes the heavenly smile, More beautiful than I remember.
She took my hand, stood me up, Then embraced me as tightly as she could.
As we shared a perfect embrace, Everybody in the cafe turned to us But the attention bothers me none As the woman I love is in my arms.
I couldn't let her go, I won't let her go. We won't make the same mistake again. With gazing eyes focused on us, I kissed the lips of my dear Crystal, The girl who invaded my dreams, Swept me away, took me to places That beats going to heaven.
A girl who I let slip through my fingers. She turned into a memory of better days, Memories of great times, a pure love That I once believed was only storybook, Because those feelings could never be real And before her, those feelings were not real. She made them real and filled my heart with it.
This is the one who made me The person I am proud to be. And now, she is back into my life, And my world is perfect once again.
Lesley, It's a fictional story, but it's a nice fictional story. Crystal liked it.
Andy, Thanks for the compliments. Crystal, my wife, has a folder with some of my poetry that I wrote for her inside it. She takes it to work and when she gets stressed out or mad, she reads one. Then it makes her happy. Many of them are private ones that won't get posted in a public forum such as this.