Poems for No One
A Collection of Poems About a Girl
Breathing
How many times do I have to tell myself
to move on before I'll listen? How many times
will I say I love her and I miss her
before the words taste stale?
She represented to me a final victory
over fear. I loved her violently,
and for one perfect moment, I knew
that she loved me, too. I knew
that she shared my pain and longing
and aching, and in that moment,
that was all I needed. I was alive.
I was breathing.
We were breathing.
Perfect
I meant everything I said
when I told you I love you a little
after you said I'm glad you're here
and squeezed my hand like a prayer.
I know it surprised you when you said
Can I kiss you? and my stunned,
whispered Yeah met your ears
in the dark.
I meant everything I said,
and much that I didn't say,
in those hours that redefined right
and wrong and sin and love.
I meant it when I kissed your hand
and ran my fingers through your hair
before I left the room. I meant it
when I tiptoed back and found you
there again. I meant it when I told you
You're one of the most beautiful things
I've ever seen. And I believed you when
you said I think you're perfect.
At Your New Year’s Party
I nearly threw up trying to choke down the shot
of whiskey, which was more like three shots,
that you handed me two minutes before midnight.
My husband gave you the side-eye,
but you said She can handle it.
Midnight struck.
You kissed your husband, and then walked
around the room and kissed everyone,
but I think you only did that so you could kiss me.
Shot glasses hit each other and then the table,
while you and I spent the first seconds
of the arbitrary unit of time pretending
this was nothing new.
About the Creator
Aurora Wilder
Aurora is a student. She loves flowers, writing, and the people who lift her up and color her life.
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