Found you Again on Facebook (revision 2)
Posted: 28 Aug 2019, 03:06
Found you again on Facebook (revision 2)
That college disco, the group sang
Let’s Dance. A feather-touch
on my shoulder and husky whisper
‘Dance with me?’ He was a sandy haired
Paul McCartney, his dark suit
enhanced with a narrow neon tie.
Can’t Take my Eyes off You. We jived
twisted, until the music slowed
- Sealed with a Kiss.
He fed me Black Magic, romance
only murmured because he wasn’t free.
The faded chocolate box still hides
his letters at the back of my wardrobe.
Now I struggle, to recognise any feature,
fifty years have fuzzed details of his face.
Beatle style is side brushed now, greying,
and The Way you Look Tonight
- the image of my late grandpa.
Yet, he still has that captivating smile
that sets butterflies loose inside my ribcage –
like it is only Yesterday.
My finger hovers over friend request –
would he remember or even recognise me?
Perhaps it’s best to Let it Be
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She Found Him Again on Facebook (revision)
That college disco, the group sang
Let’s Dance. A feather-touch
on her shoulder and husky whisper
'Dance with me?' He was a sandy haired
Paul McCartney, his dark suit
enhanced with a narrow neon tie.
Can’t Take my Eyes off You They jived
twisted, eyes writing love notes until
the music slowed - Sealed with a Kiss.
He fed her Black Magic, hungry lips
mouthing frisky fingertips. Romance
only murmured - he wasn’t free.
The faded chocolate box still hides
his letters at the back of her wardrobe.
Now she struggles, to recognise any feature
fifty years have fuzzed details of his face.
Beatle cut is side brushed now, greying.
He looks the image of her late grandpa,
elderly, spectacled with a paunch.
She won’t send a friend request,
He might not remember her anyway.
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Found You Again on Facebook
A feather-touch on my shoulder
and husky whisper - Like to Dance?
We twisted, jived, eyes writing love-notes.
You fed me Black Magic, hungry lips
mouthing frisky fingertips. The faded box
still hides your letters at the back of my wardrobe.
You were a sandy-haired Paul McCartney,
Beatle cut is side brushed now, greying;
I squint, struggling to recognise any feature,
fifty years has fuzzed details of your face.
You look so much like my late grandpa,
an aging, spectacled man, with a paunch.
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But I’ve found you!
Logging out, I shutdown, limp away -
my crumpled image caught in the mirror.
That college disco, the group sang
Let’s Dance. A feather-touch
on my shoulder and husky whisper
‘Dance with me?’ He was a sandy haired
Paul McCartney, his dark suit
enhanced with a narrow neon tie.
Can’t Take my Eyes off You. We jived
twisted, until the music slowed
- Sealed with a Kiss.
He fed me Black Magic, romance
only murmured because he wasn’t free.
The faded chocolate box still hides
his letters at the back of my wardrobe.
Now I struggle, to recognise any feature,
fifty years have fuzzed details of his face.
Beatle style is side brushed now, greying,
and The Way you Look Tonight
- the image of my late grandpa.
Yet, he still has that captivating smile
that sets butterflies loose inside my ribcage –
like it is only Yesterday.
My finger hovers over friend request –
would he remember or even recognise me?
Perhaps it’s best to Let it Be
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She Found Him Again on Facebook (revision)
That college disco, the group sang
Let’s Dance. A feather-touch
on her shoulder and husky whisper
'Dance with me?' He was a sandy haired
Paul McCartney, his dark suit
enhanced with a narrow neon tie.
Can’t Take my Eyes off You They jived
twisted, eyes writing love notes until
the music slowed - Sealed with a Kiss.
He fed her Black Magic, hungry lips
mouthing frisky fingertips. Romance
only murmured - he wasn’t free.
The faded chocolate box still hides
his letters at the back of her wardrobe.
Now she struggles, to recognise any feature
fifty years have fuzzed details of his face.
Beatle cut is side brushed now, greying.
He looks the image of her late grandpa,
elderly, spectacled with a paunch.
She won’t send a friend request,
He might not remember her anyway.
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Found You Again on Facebook
A feather-touch on my shoulder
and husky whisper - Like to Dance?
We twisted, jived, eyes writing love-notes.
You fed me Black Magic, hungry lips
mouthing frisky fingertips. The faded box
still hides your letters at the back of my wardrobe.
You were a sandy-haired Paul McCartney,
Beatle cut is side brushed now, greying;
I squint, struggling to recognise any feature,
fifty years has fuzzed details of your face.
You look so much like my late grandpa,
an aging, spectacled man, with a paunch.
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Deleted last stanza
But I’ve found you!
Logging out, I shutdown, limp away -
my crumpled image caught in the mirror.