Sweet Pea

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Sweet pea, sweet pea won’t you dance with me? Sweet pea, sweet pea, won’t you marry me?
These lyrics were the words playing in my head days after you left.
I never intended on your goodbye, because I was always to shy to even announce a simple hi, as you shared your chair, dangling me on top of you knee,
practically yelling these lyrics, teasing as they seem at the age of only five,
 taking my nose, frustrating me to tears, by slipping it into the conceal of your pocket,
Though my words were never heard by your ears, which contained hearing aids…
They worked, but my voice box did not, as I froze each moment you were in the room, without knowledge of what to say…by the way,
I don’t remember if I ever told you.. I love you.
I live with not regret but sorrow, as my mind flashes back to holidays at the grandparent’s house,
 as this was defined as dancing to Elvis
And you couldn’t tell grandpa not to dance
But see, I never had that jig with him,
Shying my ruby red face away
Trying to escape the embarrassment I had to dance with my own grandfather...
Time has pasted on, and after all that, I look back
Facing the memories we had,
Seeing they seem to mesh together, yet none on the same page
So I pray
Pray that one day we met again
So we may laugh together,
 As you steal my nose, sing sweet Sweet pea, and ask me for that dance.
This time I’ll take my chances at embarrassment and live within the moment,
Knowing you sang sweet Sweet pea only to me, not meant to tease, but to please, feeding me the knowledge, that I am your only sweet pea.

 

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