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You Were

Tana Stevens

Issue date: 2/5/10 Section: Entertainment
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You were the blush creeping across my cheeks as I caught you staring.

Late night telephone calls,

The tentative, fearful intensity of that first kiss,

Drenched by the sudden rain,

Nervous laughter,

And that catch in your throat when you realize

You're in love.



You were the sound of heat bugs as we hid from the world.

The warm grass,

Stolen kisses,

Fireworks lighting the night,

Sweaty palms clasped together, and later

Our tangled limbs cooling among the twisted sheets.



You were the comfort I felt as you pulled me close.

Your tearstained shirtfront,

Synchronized heartbeats against each other,

Desperate apologies,

Whispered, hesitant goodbyes,

And you, a lone figure, disappearing around the bend in the road.



Nothing is the same. Everything is the same.

The emptiness closes in, and I weep.
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