Will you stop and read a poem? Any comments or suggestions?

Question

Did you forget?
Could you possibly forget?

We two, we ordinary two among the rest,
Talked one evening, then talked on,
Talked ‘til dawn began to break,
Not touching,
Hands, intentionally not touching,
And we became each other’s best,
Sitting simply where I stopped,
Before your place.
Aware we had to work that day,
Not tired,
Our thoughts in easy mesh
That left no space for anything but us.

We grew. Oh, did we grow!
We flew to each other’s side
At a day’s end, shared one lobster roll,
Talked more, smiled to see each other’s face
And then embraced, the softest two did ever embrace.
And we grew, grew up in each other’s arms,
Being children before that day and instant.
Being only time’s children before then and in that place.

Stoics we became, withstanding long separations,
An entire day of work,
And at a party, guarding opposite corners of a room,
Talking with others, casting a glance now and then,
But secure,
Knowing all led back,
Like the incoming tide to the shore,
Led back,
With a thrilling, delaying patience,
Led back to -
Without a pause or doubt -
Each other.

We great explorers discovered each in each other
And each through the other,
And never called our new land by name,
Only knew none had visited there before,
That pristine shore,
Not that shore, and not exactly as we.
We dared this, knowing our rights were secure,
Immortalized by first discovery,

I don’t mind the hurt, no, not nearly so much as waste
Of all that, of what we put by.
The glory of it gone.
You gone.
It can never be repeated.
And we must now forget our route,
All maps to our discovered land
Discarded,
The sand now swept and smoothed by wind and tide.

Some sojourners someday
May stumble on the beach we walked on,
Find a print or two, a coin,
Or some other evidence of we two;
Will they ever speculate or guess
What mysteries and miracles were once discovered there,
Before they found their own?

Answer 1

beautiful.
Edit:
I wouldn't change a thing. It is personal and very important... and I wouldn't suggest taking any of it out or away
You are very talented.

Answer 2

Nice

Answer 3

i'm very satisfied that I stuck this and that i study it beforehand the archives or the different solutions, because as Thomas says you a attractive author on your own mwerit. The emotional subtleties are the flutter of a butterfly with purely one operating wing, that has splendor yet sorrow and ought to easily war to be free in a international of conditioning to allow damage. thanks for stating me as your proposal.

Answer 4

i read it all the way through but i liked most of it but some of the verses just did not seem right.. i love poetry though.. i really did like the last set of verses best...but keep trying and you are on your way.. do not give up...

Answer 5

Good but long.
I didn't understand the jump to being Stoics.
Keep it up and keep sharing.

Answer 6

Very good...how the words flow freely when the feelings have such strength.

Answer 7

Wow, it's a beautiful poem, and wondering who the author is.

Answer 8

That was lovely. Reminded me of my first love and spending a chilly October day in Cape Cod. Thanks for sharing. I wouldn't change one word of it.

Answer 9

Excellent - maybe a little better than mine.

Answer 10

i lost interest at the third line