Unopened

All the messages left unopened.

Poems about a girl I used to love.

The moment I heard her laugh,

makes me wish I had stayed.

I could see the light in her laugh.

At the heart of this,

I left no part of her untouched.

There is nothing in this world

like a single wildflower.

Like trying to catch

lightning in a bottle

before a terrible storm.

I bought fresh roses

to help grieve my broken heart. 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of after looking back at before. Sometimes "a terrible storm" can make us idealize earlier times. Life, though, is only now.