A Small Poets Journal

I remember...

First entry... see if u guys like it

I remember that first day,
A black trench coat,
Curly dark hair,
Standing high above me,
Deep violet eyes.
My sister said Johnathon
His handshake sent sparks up my spine.
Walking away from him felt wrong.

I remember hanging out in the library,
Watching magic games,
He sat next to me,
Showing me his cards every once in a while.

I remember the last parting words,
Outside raining,
All of it felt fake.
The parts that felt real,
Are replayed in my memories and dreams.
Almost haunting me.
I remember.