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If You Know What I Mean

I don’t like to think about it much
You were alive then and I was too
But I was so far away from your mind
I’m trying to forget all the lost time

Our love is never small or wasted words
I never knew how hard staying calm could be
I can’t stop the visions I have about your past
I wanted to tell you in case you never asked

You look so serious, your cheeks hold fast
to the way you live, quieting things down
The clothes you wear, sleeves on sleeves
Is just the cold inside you I want to ease

If you don’t know what I mean
it doesn’t matter, it’s what I feel
I’m not trying to be so obvious
My eyes know how to be real

You weren’t the one I thought would happen
How many times did I walk past a beautiful door
Never opening, only noticing mystery on the lock
Did you say “that’s life” to an authentic knock?

From one kiss we made a story to write
I came from what I finally rejected,
but I know it well from living inside of it
Now I’m fulfilled by you, a secret I'll admit

There’s a life force sleeping, it began again
In memory of the times I was alone
and needed a friend like you in my sight
It’s not hard to agree if you share the night

If you don’t know what I mean
it doesn’t matter, it’s what I feel
I’m not trying to be so obvious
My eyes know how to be real

Comments

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on November 19, 2019:

@Lorna - Thank you! Don McLean... that is very kind of you to say.

@Joanie - This is not about judging someone's past. It's about how much of that past should you actively live with. There is comfort and there is judgment. If something is being forced upon you that you did not ask for then you have to decide if you can adjust or not. If it eats away at you then you have to decide if you are being too sensitive or if they are asking too much. That is what we all must decide.

@Louise - Thank you again!

Lorna Lamon on November 19, 2019:

A romantic and emotional feel within these lovely verses Mark. This work reminds me of the music of Don McLean. An enjoyable read.

Joanie on November 18, 2019:

It takes awhile to live a history with a new person that slowly writes over our own past and their past. Each of us has a past that is who we are - we lived it - they lived theirs. We try to understand our own past - defend it as does everyone.

We each have a past that cannot be erased. It takes time to have enough history with a new person to write over the past we each have so that it doesn't have to be re-lived or defended all the time. There is never complete understanding of the past.

Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on November 18, 2019:

That's another lovely poem. Thankyou for sharing with us. I enjoyed reading that.

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