Of Love Lost

My longest poem of the era.

I

Every day her smile would intoxicate him.
He didn't know her and it felt like he never would;
She was far too pretty for someone like him to approach.

Her smile though, he longed to be the catalyst,
Whether from a clever joke or,
As he had hoped, Just his presence.

His nights were spent in the company
Of his closest friends: Caulfield
Dedalus and Mr. Savage.

She always saw him and thought how odd.
He was a nice enough guy,
But kindness wasn't valued here.

II

The clock ticked and the years passed.
And the two had become quite close,
But of course, they were only friends.

Her smile, it, still held him,
And now he had become the cause.
But he wanted to know it better.

His nights he still spent alone,
Just waiting by the phone
But, you know, it never rang.

And she would always tell everyone
How great he was, but, of course,
She was not in love and just wanted a friend.

III

Then that fateful night had come,
When he had told her that she was the one,
And kissed the precious lips of her smile.

But she quickly pulled away,
And with those precious lips did say
"But we're too close of friends!"

His nights he still spent alone,
But now he was too high to care,
Or even recognize himself.

And she had wondered how he was,
It had been a week since he admitted his love,
But he hasn't said a word.

IV

Now that smile just did haunt him,
He saw it everywhere he looked,
Even when he closed his eyes.

The smile he had known,
The smile he had loved,
Would be the catalyst of something itself.

Tonight he was still alone, atop his peak.
He mouthed "Do you think I'll be less lonely?
God I pray that I'm not lonely when I'm dead," to her.

But she wasn't there until after the noose had tightened.
She tried to lift his weight, frightened;
It was too much and now she was in love.

V

Her smile never was the same
After that fateful Winter day,
If she even smiled at all.

She had realized what she felt,
Much after the hand was dealt,
And now her smile was broken.

Tonight he wouldn't be alone:
She sat beside his gravestone, crying,
Still in disbelief of the other's dying.

She could not seem to forget that night,
And she decided to try the knife,
Just praying for a reunion in the afterlife.

Author's Note

2/6/09

Reviews

[cherrydawling]

I love it.

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

sad but beautiful

[misha]

This is a really great write. You did a great job in shwoing a consistant pattern. I really liked it. It's sad the girl had to see her friend die to begin to fall for him.