Poetry

Fiery Deaths In Autumn

“Autumn will always be my favorite season.
Because it was when I met you.
It was the season I fell in love.”

It was the leaves in the fall that reminded me so much of you. I remembered the sound of their fiery deaths as you walked along the path and held my hand, guiding me onward. And I remembered. I remembered how your hands were so warm in mine. How your eyes glittered against the evening sunlight when you smiled. And god, but I loved that smile. Every time I saw it, I thought my heart would burst out of my chest. That was when I realized, I was falling for you. And no matter what would happen, my heart would always be yours. I wondered if you knew, because when the sun set over the horizon, you sealed my heart with a kiss.

So yes, autumn will always be my favorite season. Because it was the season I met you. It was the season I fell in love.

© Sarah Doughty

It was when I fell for you.

This was written for day twenty-one
of November Notes.
Love And Death
by Paul Cardall

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Poetry

Girl From Nowhere

“She said she was a girl from nowhere.
But with her, I remembered
what it was like to live.
To find home.”

She said she was a girl from nowhere. But with her, I remembered what it was like to live. To find home. I could hear the music floating in the night. With her, I knew what it meant to have more than just a pulse running through my veins. A pulse with a reason to keep beating. And even though she said she was made up of a mosaic of broken pieces — just like me — I still felt like we fit, like two parts of a puzzle. What were the odds, she’d mused, that a girl from nowhere would find another lost soul like hers? When she came into my life, I told her, suddenly, it wasn’t just the lonely, sad drum beat of a heart — the whole orchestra began to play in Technicolor. It was a perfect song. Complete with fireworks. I told her how she brought me to life by loving me. That she was the most beautiful song I’d ever heard. Because it was the song of us. The opus of two souls from nowhere. She smiled then, but it was just a ghost of its former glory. And somehow, I knew, like all songs, the music would end. When it did, it would drift off into the night.

Just like her.

© Sarah Doughty

After all, she was
just a girl from nowhere.

This was written for day twenty
of November Notes.
The Girl From Ipanema
by Joāo Gilberto, Astrud Gilberto, & Stan Getz

Poetry

Hope Appeared

“Hope appeared, right when I needed it.
It brought me light. The dawn.
And you.”

Beginnings and endings. I always thought, by closing one door, another would open. But it only seemed like all the doors were closing. And the room around me tightened as it grew darker. With no stars. No moon. Just a black, infinite nothing. And as the helplessness began to set in, I remembered that my mind was still very much intact. That I couldn’t be broken. I could find my way out.

So, even without the moon to give me hope, I knew she was still there, behind a curtain. Or cast within shadow. In that moment, a new door appeared, right when I needed it, and it brought me light. The dawn. And you.

It brought me to you.

© Sarah Doughty

It brought me hope.

This was written for day nineteen
of November Notes.
On The Nature Of Daylight
by Max Richter

Poetry

Ascension To You

“I could never regret
the journey that brought me
to that very moment.
To you.”

I ascended the stairs, following the sounds of hope that glittered against my ears. I wondered what waited for me at the precipice. But, yet, somehow I knew, whatever it was, I knew I wouldn’t regret the journey that brought me to that very moment. Just steps away from my fate. My destiny. Just steps away from you. And when your love encircled me in your arms, I knew I was, at long last, home.

© Sarah Doughty

I could never regret the journey
that brought me to you.

This was written for day eighteen
of November Notes.
Stairway To Heaven
by Led Zeppelin

Poetry

Believe In Fate

“So, tell me, darling,
how can I not believe in fate,
if you’re with me?”

We were both shooting stars in the infinite night. By a series of chances, we found our way to one another. And we almost missed our chance. Sped on by and never the wiser for it. Where would we be now, I wonder? Would we have found love elsewhere? Happiness? Would you be happier if we didn’t collide in the night?

I’m not sure I want to know. But I’m glad you’re still with me.

© Sarah Doughty

So, tell me, darling,
how can I not believe in fate,
if you’re with me?

This was written for day seventeen
of November Notes.
This Is Us Colliding
by Talos

Poetry

Light And Pure

“Why would a person
so light and pure
love something like me?”

You see, I never could reconcile how you could love me the way you do. It wasn’t just how I compared us — you were diamonds while I was nothing but dirt and rust. Why would a person so light, so pure, with such a beautiful spirit love something like me? After everything I’d been through? After the resulting person? But you did, and you do.

© Sarah Doughty

And for that,
I will always be grateful.

This was written for day sixteen
of November Notes.
Diamonds And Rust
by Joan Baez

Poetry

The Way You Do

“Loving you started like a fever.
It was an infection that filled me,
piece by piece.”

Loving you started like a fever. It was an infection that traveled across my body and filled me, piece by piece. But it wasn’t a kind of sickness that worried me. I didn’t know how, but I knew I’d be okay falling in love with you. And maybe, it was because I could see it in your eyes too. You loved me back. Just as intensely as I could fathom. I didn’t understand why at the time — because I was nothing but wastelands — a survivor. Yet you proved to me that I was no wasteland. I was something to be cherished.

© Sarah Doughty

So thank you for loving me
the way you do.

This was written for day fifteen
of November Notes.
Wastelands
by Amber Run

Poetry

Hereditary

“It was when he walked up to me.
That was when I knew.
He was the one for me.”

Maybe it was chance. Or maybe it was hereditary. But there was something about the way he moved that caught my eye. How could such a creature be so breathtaking? No matter how much I fought it, my eyes kept driving towards him. It was as if he was a magnet. But that wasn’t what surprised me the most about that night. It was when he walked right up to me and took my breath away. That was when I knew. He was the one for me.

© Sarah Doughty

I fell. Just like that.

This was written for day fourteen
of November Notes.
Sensitive Kind
By John Mayall

Poetry

Selfless

“It was blinding,
your beauty. Your light.
And loving you was selfless.”

I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let myself fall in love again. Because loving someone only ever brought pain. But there you were. One day, you were there. And it was like I’d never seen beauty until that moment. It was blinding, your beauty. Your light. And I was the luckiest person in the world to finally know the true meaning of love. You see, it’s selfless. The ultimate gift, relinquishing your heart to another.

© Sarah Doughty

Loving you was selfless
and it always will be.

This was written for day thirteen
of November Notes.
Blinded
by Emmit Fenn

Poetry

Drought

“I didn’t know which felt worse
— the drought —
or the nothingness
you left in your wake.”

There was a drought all around me — and within me. Not even a tear could be shed. That’s how it felt when you left me behind. There were no more nights of dancing in the summer rain. Not even a taste of you to quench my thirst. Just an enormous expanse of nothing. And I didn’t know which felt worse — the drought — or the nothingness you left in your wake.

© Sarah Doughty

All I need is a little
escape from this pain.

This was written for day twelve
of November Notes.
No Rain
by Blind Melon