I Found You

This is about a girl who broke my heart.

In a crowded room with blaring music,

I found you. We met, we talked,

we danced. I smiled.

In a field with a glowing sun,

I found you. We laughed,

we joked, we flirted.

I couldn't help but smile.

In a small, cluttered room,

with an unfinished puzzle, I

found you. We sat awkwardly,

silently, knowingly.

I still smiled.

On the internet, in a message,

I found you. We conversed,

opened up, and revealed our

deepest feelings. I didn't

want to, but I smiled.

On a swing, legs to the sky,

I found you. We swung, we

blushed, we held hands. My

smile stretched from ear to ear.

Outside of my house, in a car,

I found you. You wouldn't leave

until I told you where to drive to.

I couldn't stop smiling.

Blanketed by cold air, walking by

the river, I found you. We shivered,

shook, and chattered. I forced out

a smile.

In the arms of another man, I found

you. You seemed happy and I seemed

to not exist. I didn't smile, not in the

slightest bit.

On my mind, in my thoughts, taking

over my dreams, I found you. I always

manage to find you. But that's the problem.

Why didn't you ever find me?