'to hold her.' – narrative poetry.
x. ( ii of ii )
When it came down to any situation
whether something huge like a birthday gathering,
or something small like a family dinner
they both would always come to the gardens of his family home
just to confided in each other's company.
The stars were clearer tonight than any other
all visible with a small glow.
And they were sat in a small gazebo,
with a bench that they claimed as their own.
'Are you enjoying yourself?' he asked her,
her head rested perfectly on his lap
his hand stroking her hair ever so lightly as to not ruin what the others have created.
'I mean, kind of.' Her head moved from his lap for her to sit up straight.
He noticed her mouth moving slightly before she responded with, 'yeah. I am.'
He raised an eyebrow.
'No, no it's nothing about this party, you did amazing.' She expressed, holding his hand.
He let out a small nod before she continued,
hand gripped onto hers while he placed a newly rolled cigarette in his mouth.
'It's just, I got accept into my University choice in California and I just now realised that I won't be able to see you again.'
He looked at her face,
a frown upon her features.
This is probably the second time that he's seen her in this way
and yet,
yet he feels like it's always the first.
He pulls her in close.
'I'll find a way to sort things out. We will find a way.' He answered.
'Promise?' she asked.
'With all of my heart.'