Poetry Jar // Wattys Shorts Winner

reclamation

the first time I reclaimed my heart
from a boy whose love hadn't even fully bloomed
I reclaimed the stolen glances across the hallway at 7.15 am,
right in the middle of the school prayer
the second time I had to reclaim my heart
from the boy who had never asked for it anyway
I reclaimed the 4pm shy glances
over the rim of his favourite cup of tea
but this last time
now that I reclaim my heart from you
the person i had accidentally made a home of
I refuse to reclaim 6.45pm, two blocks away from my house
I refuse to "take that time back"
and I refuse to let myself indulge in the illusion
that you never walked into my life with hurricanes in your eyes
and I never mistook them for swirling pools of love
I refuse to reclaim 6.45pm,
when your fingers, tangled in mine,
wouldn't want to let me go
when your lips pressed on my forehead
screamed at me to stay, stay, stay
or maybe I was simply fooling myself
and at 6.45pm, two blocks away from my home,
you were relieved to let go of my sweaty palm
your forehead kisses nothing more than fools gold
but I will always remember 6.45 pm as the time
when I loved you the hardest
and you loved me the least