Higher we climbed, higher and higher and higher
Into the clouds
And out again
To a hilltop, peaceful, windswept, empty
Lonely
On our way there was heather and trees and bracken
All spreading out below us like a blank map
full of paths that led nowhere
Into nothing
nothing like this
nothing but us
atop a hill
where there was nothing
where it was still
And then the rain
it poured, it cascaded, it flew down from the sky
drumming furiously on the ground
I hid inside your raincoat
both of us sheltered by thin plastic
nothing else, just us, just plastic
just enough to save us
and then it stopped
and dripped
and dropped
and there was nothing
just us again
me and you
And our eyes met, and our hands met, and you smiled,
And then there was something.
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Misunderstandings
PoetryA collection of poems based around the theme of misunderstanding and misinterpretation