Touching grounds

Pascal Schlag

by Pascal Schlag

Story

I look at you and realize

You can’t repeat the past

 I can feel the heat of your breath

As you dig your head into my shoulder


We’ve grown

But the excitement’s gone

 

A picturesque teenager romance

Backseat lovers that walked hand in hand

Beware of time

For it slips away

 

Turning romantic passion

Into daily routine

There’s still love and respect, don’t get me wrong

But where has all the passion gone?

 

You come to visit me, haven’t seen you in a week

A hug followed by a cold kiss, we pull out our phones

I look at you and I can tell

This spring’s not like last year’s


In the darkest corners

I keep looking for the broken pieces

The ink on all the love letters has dried out

Black letters on sheet of paper

 

Now we just say goodnight

Without any special delight

 We accepted it

The broken pieces laid out in front of us

 

At least we still cuddle

But not that tight

And I can tell

This spring’s not like last year’s 

© Pascal Schlag 2023-09-01

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Anthologies