Nuestro Amor (Our Love) This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

      I’d always preserved certain moments,

certain feelings,

from the sweeping microscope of my pen.

Who needs childish words, after all, to hold

the moment still and pin it on display,

smushing the inexpressible into a finite object?

When I could close my eyes

and hold your hands in a never-ending


But now that what we’ve had - yes, had -

sits still collecting dust

in my mind’s closet,

hidden behind a multitude of thick coats,

I’ll now probe through the dusty coats,

for there is no moment to enjoy now, is there?

So now, let me begin.

But my pen comes up empty,

no fish hanging at the end;

something is stealing my fish,

warning me in neon letters:

Do not awaken, not again;

Not the slumbering beast of Passion

That fed on:

the ropes around my heart that drew me only to you,

and the possessive ropes that pulled you only to me,

and the illicit black lights that lit up

our hands and the breath between our faces,

and the tumultuous riot that threatened to

leak through our lips, the intense stares,

that all inevitably began when,

already our souls in perfect fit,

I saw you brushing your hair in the mirror

And I had to look away.

- but finally the secretive trysts,

perpetual nagging questions,

prayers and tears added wearily up to

the quiet clasp

before the Letting Go.

Oh ... nuestra amor pasado:

Our love passed

by so quickly -

forgive this frail attempt to reach out

and catch something.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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Lily">This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jan. 16 at 10:15 pm
i love this so much!
nancyyy said...
Sept. 8, 2010 at 7:55 am
This is very thought provoking. I'd rather write down the memories of things like that. Because memories fade. They are eaten up and taken away by time. But how can you capture all the feelings of the moment into words on a paper? It is hard to do. So now i hold on to a memory and every now and then try to relive it in my head.
aDreamer said...
Sept. 6, 2010 at 7:57 pm
love love love:) good job
xXheartbreakXx said...
Dec. 10, 2008 at 11:51 pm
Thats really good and I know how you feel.You probobly wouldn't believe me but I really do.
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