I keep reaching back for the magic of those first few days <br />when we found each other. <br />When we discovered that we both liked mayonnaise on <br />hamburgers medium well done, <br />And neither had ever read Wuthering Heights. <br />When we concurred on the agonies of war and disagreed <br />about the importance of being earnest. <br />When your touch was gentle, and your eyes bright. <br />As you told me about taking over New York City before it <br />overtook you. <br />When you ran your fingers softly through my hair, <br />Asking me if it was all right to mess it up <br />and needing no answer. <br />When I made you laugh, <br />And your laughing made me feel god. <br />I keep reaching back for that exact moment when you <br />reached for me <br />and I came into your arms for our first kiss- <br />Hesitant, Unsure, Afraid to be too eager, <br />Very happy to be there. <br />This fairy tale gone bad, <br />This sweet spring fruit witherd before ripening- <br />Is it that the flower blossoms too quickly, and therefore <br />closes too soon? <br />Or are we too strongly molded in our separate worlds? <br />I keep reaching back, reaching back for the magic of those <br />first days when we found each other <br />I keep reaching back, <br />and grasping- <br />NOTHING!<br /><br />Miss Unknown Empty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reaching-back/
