Forty-Eight

I know where you are going,
but yet I know not where you are,

there is no way of knowing,

at times it feels like you are among the distant stars.

 

You will return,

I know I shouldn't be so blue,

but in turn,

I cannot help but think of you.

 

With you is my heart,

my eternal love,

you have gone to see your start,

and that is what I must think of.

 

It won't be long now,

just a clock unwinding until forty-eight,

one cursorily glance and I shall be filled with wow,

when I look upon you on said date.

 

The clouds will part and all will be right,

you may think me mad for perfection by one sight,

but yet I swear to you nothing will be amiss,

once I lay upon you a passionate kiss.

If I have been a bit of a ghost I sincerely apologize, the time has passed me by far faster than I had anticipated with college starting; however, I thought it was about time I write something to show that the love of the written word still is instilled within me.

All There Is of Me

Was I all you every wanted in the end?
A causal friend
   A girl that you thought of
       A shoulder to cry on
          A pretty picture

I was them all was I not?
That friend
       That thought
           That shoulder
              That pretty picture,
Of everything we used to have
And bring to the table at Christmas dinner

Is everything as you wanted?
A new beginning
    An opportunity,
I pray to God it is
If you are happy

Is this where we end now?
   The 'What if'
       The 'Maybe'
          The 'Could have been'
I feel...a fool, not to have tried
Harder,
Still...who was I?
     A forgetful friend
        Another girl
           A wet shoulder
              A yellowed picture
That you moved forward from,
And I will forever hold my peace

Just to make you...happy