I lost my phone at the weekend, losing all my contacts. The worst part is losing bits of writing that I wrote quickly in the notes. You always promise yourself to write it in the computer. But you forget. I dropped the phone outside my house. I went onto Googlemaps and saw that someone had tried to use it. It looks like they live just behind my street. We left messages asking them to return it, and recieve a reward. They chose not to respond. They lose a reward, like a lose the writing.
I can remember bits of the writing. All of it dedicated to Pamela, of course. Here is a free verse poem.
When it happens, you just know
When it happens, you just know.
The heart beats faster, the smile on your face is real.
You’re not only flying; you’re constantly dancing and singing.
You don’t risk anything to destroy it; but just want to continue how you feel.
It falls from the sky, when you’re flat down on the ground.
It makes you want to trust that special person, no matter what the past’s brought.
You’re comfortable together, with no talking nor any sound.
They do anything for you, you sacrifice whatever for them.
You’re the smiling flower in a crowded meadow, they hold you up by a stem.
They are the shoulder you cry on, or sit upon during the concert of your favorite band.
They are the blanket in the eye of the storm, and envelope you in bed at night.
Their morning breath is a lush aroma,
And their chortle makes them the comedian you love the most.
Your hearts bond, molded in that form.
But when it happens, you just know.