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.
