By Pandora . . . . Pandora2833@hotmail.com
Date: 23 March 2001
Fantasy to Memory
Fantasy to Memory
Sounds drift in the open door from the water fountain below
A lamp dimly lit against the wall throws shadows across the room.
You sit across from me asking questions I had never thought of
Making me think about things, about me, my past.
What am I afraid of, why am I afraid,
What do I want, do I really know what I want?
Why did I answer your e-mail, why did I answer it the way I did
What are some of my fantasies, why haven’t I told anyone else?
We sat and talked for hours,
My mind works harder than ever.
The questions were not all easy, some I still can’t answer,
You made me stop and think, to break open my innermost thoughts
Things I didn’t even realize myself, but were there all along.
Now I know I’m no different from any other woman
Just a romantic, loving caring and giving soul
Trying too hard to find my match
But one thing I have learned
From all the questions you have ask
I’m tired of taking care of others, now I want someone
To take care
Of me.
The time goes by too quickly and I have to leave
You said I want to see you again,
Words too often I have heard
That second time never comes,
They always just disappear.
One question I was not expecting.
Did I feel any chemistry toward you?
That one took me by surprise,
I hesitated
This is something new
I said yes I do,
Embarrassed
As soon as I answered.
I put on my jacket and stepped toward the door
You reached out and held me,
Your lips
Tender and sweet like in a dream, a kiss that lasted on and on.
Not wanting to,
I pulled back, I said I have to go
You said what are you afraid of?
I didn’t know I replied
Come sit with me
In the back seat
Of my car
You led me back to the couch.
The fantasy,
You remembered,
Now a tender memory.
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