A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection

The Girl and the Boy That Were

I stand,

Looking,

My eyes moving across the sea,

Of unnoticeable people,

Looking for what I hope,

Or hoped,

To be the love of my life,

But as I hear my name,

I am ushered forward,

By everyone else that I love.

Hugs are important,

And kisses leave a touch,

That you never want to let go,

But his lips are the only set,

That I want,

To feel,

Against,

My own,

And his arms,

Are the only pair,

That I want,

To embrace me,

But I made the mistake,

Of letting go to late,

And now our last words,

Will be of hate,

But then,

So suddenly,

I feel,

His arms around me,

And the wave,

That I was trying so hard,

To hold up,

Comes crashing down,

And sobs of relief,

Rack my body,

And then I feel his lips,

Against mine,

And his soul,

Is inside me again,

But it only lasts for so long,

Before we must pull away,

And my time is up.

That is when,

I am crying tears of sadness,

And longing,

As we share our last words,

Our simple goodbyes,

And then,

So suddenly,

I'm on the plane,

And watching him,

Disappear,

Beneath me.

That is when,

I gather myself,

And force myself,

To look ahead,

And not behind,

Where I left him standing,

Alone,

Forgotten,

And entirely loved,

By someone,

Who just broke his heart,

And ended,

Every thing,

They were.

Now,

They are nothing.

Just the girl,

And the boy,

That were.