An Old Story Poem by Myrtle Glo Oliquino

His laughter sweetly echoed in my ears
My eyes bled in silence with stinging tears
The hollow of my loneliness craved for him
Yet he smiles back at me on a whim.

His voice reminded me of peaceful nights
When visions of him fill my sight
Gasping for breath as my heart sighs
Realizing that we've shared nothing but lies.

He holds me tight when I hold him still
Doesn't realize how my happiness he does fulfill
Painfully missing him so much when I let him be
Bitterly swallowing the fact that we could never be.