And just for thought...
I sit and try to write a poem about you but the words fail me,
remembering every laugh you gave me only makes my soul hurt.
Ironic how you always rubbed me the wrong way, isn't it?
There are too many memories for me to hate you.
I never saw you coming, I give you that.
I was too innocent to realize your intentions.
Did you know yourself the pain you would eventually cause me?
I believe in you, never understanding how you looked at me.
The warning signs were there but how was I to know?
Why would I have looked?
We were quite a group of misfits, not fitting into any one group.
Your very being went against my youthful feminist pride
but I grew a soft spot for you as we grew into meandering adults.
I saw the pain in your eyes, the moment you were gone.
What did you see in me?
Remembering my love for you makes my heart hurt.
I can't listen to Al Greene without thinking of you.
I can't walk onto a baseball field without seeing you.
I can't be with a man without feeling what you did.
Do you remember, friend?
Remembering we were once friends makes my spirit break.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.