Short-Story Poems

This Is What We Call "I Love You."

This Is What We Call "I Love You."

As I walked on that side of the street,

The rain started to pour down bit by bit,

I quickly ran with my hands covering my head,

Ran, ran, until nearby I found a shed,

I stayed there as the only occupant,

Waited, waited, but the rain was dominant,

Until I saw you standing across the road,

Looking straight at me though you're shivering and cold,

I frowned and asked myself, "Are you out of your mind?"

Unexpectedly, you shouted, ''I love sgafdjafdj!" , then you smiled,

I didn't hear what you said so I shouted, "What?!”

You pointed yourself,

Then draw a heart shape in the air,

And lastly, you pointed at me,

"Got that?!"

I frowned again and shrugged,

You smiled and shouted again, "I love you!", and then you pout,

I am shocked, I  freaked out,

Then a bus passed by and blocked my view,

When it left, there was not a sign of you,

Days passed and I'm walking to this same street again,

Remembering that rainy day where all this feeling began,

Then the rain started to fall together with my tears,

I ran to that same shed but I froze,

Not by the cold but by the heartbeats I heard,

"Hey, don't just stand there. You'll get wet." you, yes, you smiled,

"You’re here." the only words came from my mouth,

I smiled and asked, "Is this a deja vu?"

You smiled back and walked towards me,

With a hug you whispered,

"No. this is what we call,

I love you."