When you read this, I’ll be in New York with one of my best friends! And while I’m exploring the city for a second time, shopping, and hopefully getting inspiration for a travel diary, I thought I’d leave you with a little poem. My first writing voice was a poetic one and I like to come back to it once in a while. They tend to be my most personal journal entries or blog posts, they always leave me feeling empty, spent, and satisfied. I hope you like it.
When Girl Meets Boy
The girl who stopped living
and the boy who just wanted to be alone
they met in the most unlikely place, filled with people, music and drinks overflown
The girl who stopped living (or perhaps never lived before)
forgot about her fears, her pain, and her insecures.
The boy who just wanted to be alone bumped into a girl
her bright brown eyes, so filled with life, caught him by surprise
— but he opened his palms and rolled the dice
“Hi” he breathed “can I get you a drink?”
A nod of her head and he could no longer think
red on her cheeks and he knew this was it
That evening they spent, attached at the hip
in the dark and quiet corner
whispering and things.
As the night turned to day, and the sun was born
the boy said goodbye to the girl, eyes still bright and warm
As she linked arms with her friends and strutted away,
the boy (for the very first time) felt lonely,
in the worst kind of way.
* Poem written on October 27, 2013 by me (Vanessa Grillone), share with care or leave it be! *