Being Me: The Memoirs of a Caribbean Child

The Phase

The way that we loved

The way that we cared

It was all excellent time shared

And many things to hold dear

When we met. . . .

It was love at first sight

A conversation exchanged

The joy of being together

Was one of great achievement

We were truly blessed

To say that we both met

And then. . . . . . . . .

Our hearts become one

To be together in the glistening sun

Never to realize self-worth

Otherwise it could have worked

Then, the down spiral

Then, the wreckage

Then, the tears

The once steady boat

Could never stay afloat

Because of the fights

Because of the rough talks

We fell apart

And lost feel for one another

Never to be seen again

Never to stay till the end

My love had disappeared

It never came back

Only feelings of friendship

Decided to stay

I can't love you like I use to

But we can be friends

We were once happy

Now we're both alone

I know that we hurt each other

But I want to say I'm sorry

For all that I have done to you

For making you feel bad

I want us to be just. . . . . . . . .friends

And to realize that this phase

Was a look into better things

To come for both of us separately and

Equally