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My last story (Story #7) was the first that was a continuation of an old one (Story #1). The story I started writing today was looking like another continuation. I’m not sure I like that. So, I’m posting a poem today.

I wanted these short stories to all be unique and self-contained. That way you could read one and get an experience without the need to jump around and find another story for full context. Tomorrow, hopefully, my mind will be a little further from my sci-fi intergalactic warfare story and maybe I can write something that isn’t in that world. It’s fun though and I will likely revisit it in the future.

Regarding these old poems, I’ve noticed that I have a collection of writing on my computer all with creation dates of 2011-04-13 in the files’ properties. A few of which, I know I wrote before then, but maybe I took it from a notebook and made the Word doc then. I’m not sure, but I’m not gonna write the date in the title anymore. It is unreliable. This poem is older than the creation date on file, by around 4 years. It was something I wrote in a notebook when I went on a family vacation and left my wife behind (who was my girlfriend at the time). I had just graduated high school. So forgive the overly done yearning and sappiness of that teenager. Young love is an important ingredient for many writers.

I sit here in this empty state

Her image running through my mind

Wanting to replay every moment

Wondering what has happened to all our time

The touch, the feel, of her soft lips

As I slowly caress her limber thighs

The passion, the love, of our body’s in sync

As I listen to her gentle sighs

The sensation of waking with her in my arms

Our bodies united in our intimate time

Each instant a beautiful memory

Of the girl fixed within my mind

Every second divided and lonely

Makes me long for those moments past

And I will wait here in this empty state

Until I can be with my love at last