By poet-blogger Leo Milmet
“i’ve seen too many Nicholas Sparks movies to be affected by
Our inevitable breakup,” i thought.
until this moment, that is. now it definitely affects me.
i don’t care what i said before.
it was utterly ridiculous to even think such a thing.
a golden-hearted, perfect Human sits by me.
i softly hold Her head to my chest.
this is the last time i ever get to do that.
tomorrow, i leave for the golden coast, for sunny California.
i’ve been there before, and it ain’t half as golden as She is.
She sits in silence; a silence i‘m not willing to break, not for the life of me.
what could i say? she’s my first love, has been for two years.
i might never see Her again.
She leaves tomorrow too, but for Pennsylvania;
there’s actually a chance that i will never again see Her;
i’m just sitting here absorbing that painful fact, kissing Her head.
i wish this truly Perfect Moment would never end, but it will.
it will.
what should i say?
“i love You?”
i do love Her, and i’ve said so countless times today.
She’s my best Friend, my favorite Person.
and nothing i could say or do or think or feel could take away the not-so-small pain of tonight,
the pain that comes before the first day of the rest of my life,
the pain that i will feel from never seeing Her again.
Editor: AJ Patencio
“I may never see her again”
i might never see her again”
“there’s actually a chance I will never see her again”
I would like this piece to have a “twin sister’ poem
focusing on the other side of the emotional coin you have “flipped’.
“I may see her again”
“I might definitely see her again”
“There’s actually a chance I will see her again”
This twin sister poem would end with something other than “pain”.
” the (??????) i will feel when I see her again”