The Story

Another old, rhyming poem of mine.

Sometimes I feel depressed and sad

Frustrated, disappointed, mad

Everyone has those bad, bad days

But it seems that mine are worse in all ways

Then I see a message on my cell

That he had something special to tell

But I said no, maybe some other day

There wasn’t anything else I wanted to say

I went to bed, feeling so sick of it all

Hoping he wouldn’t try to call

What is wrong with this world�"with me?

My stupid heart drowning in this sea

Watching rain fall doesn’t help a thing

That’s how I fell asleep; lonely dreaming

When I awoke, he was there

Smiling like he didn’t have a care

How could I say nothing is right?

Was I possessed to desire eternal night?

How could I think that no one cares?

When I always had him to banish my scares?

Then he whispered in my ear

Everything I need to hear

He said, “You were right not to pick up; smart thing to do

‘Cause I should say to your face that I love you.”

And I cried, and kissed him then

Nothing mattered now but him

Between the tears, the words, the sighs

I saw my smile reflected in his eyes.