By Braeden
Date: 3 April 2000
A Poem For The One I Lost
you'll never know this
because I'll never call you
or send you a letter
because I'm stupid and content
with my mediocre half life
weekdays filled with work and endless errands
weekends filled with the club scene
yeah, I've dated other girls since you
and they're only good for a couple of nights
and then I get bored
Much Ado About Nothing?
What's That?!!
they only know sitcoms
and seduction
they lack your skills
in and out of bed
my love
now that it's too late
I remember how you were always trying to
make me smile
in simple ways
the stuff you tried to cook
the little gifts you bought me
the corny songs you sang
the way you looked in the morning
your hair a dark nest
I still have the letters you sent me
and the postcards
and the pictures
sometimes when I'm drinking alone
I take out my box of memories
and toast you with a sad grin
you'll never know
because I'll never tell you
but I hope you can somehow sense
how sorry I am
that I let you go
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