Isabelle Poem by Mark Ruiz

I love you.
Silly isn't it?
How can you love someone you don't know anymore.
It is however true.
Not the love however of an old married couple.
Or the kind of love that friends near get an eyesore.
The Love of Friendship.
The girl who was always there waiting.
And the boy, too proud to remember her.
Now our lives have taken a dip.
The girl who was waiting is not there waiting.
And the boy, too proud, only remembers her.
What happens to friendship turned poor?
If it were as real as the stars,
Then it would never fade, never.
But if it were as real as tall tales,
Then it is just that, a great story, a chapter,
That we can never turn back to.