We were there in the dark, kissing, pressed together…and then suddenly I wanted to jump up and scribble down a line of poetry with the beautiful new pen he’d just given me. Problem is, now I can’t remember what it was. All I can recall is that I was intensely aware of both our heartbeats and came up with some brilliant idea that’s abandoned me now. I should’ve just written it down.
Don’t you hate when that happens? It often occurs before I go to sleep as well… I’ll devise something perfectly lovely in my mind for the division page I still haven’t done, then drift off and wake up, my mind completely blank where the words should have been.
I don’t know what my point is, but I wanted to express that unbelievably frustrating sense of knowing you had something great and then your brain and the world conspire to distract you before you can jot it down.
Well, if I ever remember it I’ll make it a poem. How often does it happen to you?