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.
