Lost Love, Girlfriend Poem by alan brown

The last time that I saw you
was in a pleasant dream.
While sleeping the afternoon away
trying not to be heard or seen.

You were in that dress your wore
on that day we met in spring
Looking very beautiful
although a little thin.

We danced on into the night
I remember Oh so well
Then a loud noise awoke me
It was someone ringing at my bell.

I staggered to the door with sprite
although I felt quite ill
And when I looked into the night
I thought I saw you still.

But it was only an apparition
of the girl that I once knew
As standing at my door that night
was a man from darkest Peru

In his hand he held a note
that he wanted me to take.
But my superstitious mind
knew that it was fake.

For in it were the words of love
from the girl I knew before
I tore up the note as if I was blind
And slamed shut my front door.