Africa

I’m going, Going to Africa for a month. I’m going to miss you so much. I’ll think about you every day, and write as often as I can. We embrace, Soft kisses, a slender hand caresses my cheek. I’m going to miss you too she says. Warm lips pressing against mine. Treasuring the moment, Memorizing every last detail of the scene. I love her. It will be hard, most high school relationships don’t last this long. It will be a true test, A test of our faith, or at least, her faith to me. We’re going to the Senegal, to Timbuktu. I’m so excited, to go with the family, and yet, I wish that she could come too, that we could share those moments. What an experience that would be. She’s my first relationship. My first kiss, My first love, I don’t know what I’d be without her. However, I face this reality. I will be alone for a month, not that it really bothers me, but I know that the whole time, I’ll be thinking of her, and of whether or not she is staying true to me. I trust her. I love her so much, I couldn’t stand the thought of her not being there for me. I’m going, Going to Africa for a month. I’m going to miss you so much. I’ll think about you every day, and write as often as I can. We embrace, Soft kisses, a slender hand caresses my cheek. I’m going to miss you too she says.

Reviews

[Jacquelene Vanessa More..]

this sounds more of the beginnings to a short story rather than a poem i would suggest splitting up the paragraph into stanzas. also i would add some metaphors. tone it down on the personal feelings just a tad. otherwise this is good