This composition started out as a stream of consciousness rambling and then took off in a specific direction. I later fashioned it into a poem. It's one of my personal favorites.
A Moment
Settle down into the quiet solitude
Of all that has passed you by
And all the mistakes you have made
That every so often creep back into your memory
To sting your mind with forgotten pain
And then exit your thoughts
Leaving behind a sharp, bitter longing
That presses down heavily upon your soul
Questioning the decisions you made
And the chances you didn't take
And your mind drifts to one moment
One moment
One moment that haunts you
The opportunity that was there
You sitting there
With her in front of you
Sitting between your legs
Facing away
The construction paper and the scissors lying on the floor
The tools of some college project that was to be done
You being the helpful soul
Who would do anything for her
Always waiting for the chance
To be more than a friend
And then it happens
You reach down beside her to grab a piece of paper
And she leans into your arm
She leans
Oh the warmth in that touch
The palpable feeling of her wanting you
Her wanting you to do to something
To kiss her?
To love her?
Or was it just to hold her in that moment
And share that warmth
But you hesitate
Taken aback by this sudden hint of possibility
All the years of waiting
Wanting
Ever so slowly trickling down to this moment in time
When the girl
The girl turned to you
Wanting you to do something
Anything
Everything
She faces away from you
But in that touch, you feel her every desire
Resting on your arm
As you reach for that pivotal sheet of paper on the floor
Now is the time
It has all led to this
Take her
Take her and give her what she needs
What you need
What you want
This is it
The moment
The smell of her hair
The image of her beauty
Racing through your mind
The room is spinning
All else is forgotten
Except her body pressing against your arm
And
And
And you do nothing
And she leans back over
Removing her body
And every opportunity in the world
And you pick up the piece of paper
Wondering what just happened
And why you didn't act
And as quickly
And as suddenly
As this monumental event came to be
It vanishes
Along with any chance of you and this girl
Your lives will change
And your paths diverge
And you are left with what if?
As that moment
That possibility
That chance
Drifts off into memory
Haunting your thoughts
Whenever it decides to creep back in
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