Lost Love

By Stephanie Orm

[Male's Perspective]

As I stare into the bright red sunrise

I start to feel the heat warm the body within.

I slowly remember the summers from before

And wonder what happened.

As I start to remember the long, narrow rectangle face

I begin to hear the faint whispers of her voice.

Something about her was different, was special.

Was she a crush, a best friend, maybe a sister?

For days I speculate on why I had those feelings.

Were they of affection, friendship, or maybe hate.

No, my stomach immediately told me of affection.

I slowly remembered more.

She had long flowing blonde hair,

Bright icy blue eyes,

And her smile, oh that smile

It lit a room from all fours.

She had a radiant glow to her.

Samantha was her name,

I had known all my life.

I had that closet crush with her,

And I was her best friend.

Never to be more or less,

Just a shoulder to cry on and a helping hand.

She was the prettiest thing in the world,

Well to me, to many she was just the popular girl.

One day prom queen.

She died in a crash,

I was the driver and only suffered little.

I lost my memory but slowly gaining it back,

It hurts to remember for I blame myself.

Thought they say it was the crazy driver who hit us.

I will always be scared of that painful day,

And never being able to tell her how I feel.