Author's Note: For Jazzy-poo, the one who will always carry a piece of me. I love you.


You Never Really Left Me


I remember your soft face and cerulean eyes,

Chocolate-stained lips and hands that always held mine;

Small stature with blond hair so fine,

Dreaming of a future with a nonexistent line

Between you and me and a life divine.

.~.

But somewhere on that rocky road we laid,

As children growing up with no innocence to fade,

And ditches all around us, flooded, forced to wade;

We split apart like a sidewalk on a heated summer day.

.~.

You went your way and left me with the past

Splattered over Wammy's walls to always everlast.

How could you throw away what took forever to cast?

I barely survived through the lonely and the fast.

.~.

So when you called me up in November-

That familiar stubborn scowl through burns I'll always remember-

And when you asked me to stay, to be your defender

How could I say no when only love and hope you would vender?

.~.

There's only one regret that's lasted all these days,

One that finds me lying and gasping with uncontested pain;

Cancer sticks and bullet wounds don't have such evil fame-

All I'm able to do is just imagine...just pretend...that I can see your friendly face.