The Poet Of Unfinished Poems Poem by Marie WardAlonge

You were a poet before I knew
Writing would be my dream.
I was in love with you.
I wanted to be your queen.

It was in high school where we met.
You had personality and charm at its best.
You were someone no one could easily forget.

Your humor was relentless.
You teased me all the time.
I didn't care.
I just wanted you to be mine.

Away, I could smell your intoxicating cologne.
With you, I knew this was where I belonged.
On the weekends, you would visit me.
We would sit on my porch by the big tree.

The stars we watched as I anticipated your kiss.
To return it with full passion is what I had wished.
I was nervous but excited as your hands would trace.
I was young and in love-enjoying my first boyfriend's embrace.

Later, you begin to write me beautiful and endearing poems.
They made me happy.
Let me inform.
To me, your poems meant so much.
They enticed me.
Of course, I was touched.

Then one day, you shared our personal information with a mutual friend.
That friend made a joke.
I was upset with you.
I destroyed all the poems you wrote.

From then on, our love fell to the side.
Something was about to collide.
At school, you had one of your friends call me outside.
He told me you would not return to school.
I couldn't understand why you didn't tell me.
That was not cool.

You didn't bother to come see me
And this was not great.
My best friend tried to console me.
My heart ached.

School was our connection.
If you had problems, you could have taken a different route.
You had so much going for you.
No need to become a dropout.

As I stumbled through the days, I had to carry on.
I was planning for the future.
Therefore, I had to be strong.
Although I was blue,
I was trying to forget you.

Then one day, you paid me a visit.
Your actions I asked you to explain.
You told me you couldn't.
I watched you mask your pain.

I told you if you could not tell me now
Then tomorrow, it would not matter.
No explanation, my ears would allow.
Meaning-these feelings for you I shall disavow.

From that day, our love took a skid.
A few weeks later, I heard you were involved with a woman with kids.
What can I say?
I was really outplayed.
I wondered what I had been to you.
I felt like poo.

For many years, I didn't give you one thought.
To cleanse my mind of you is what I sought.
Then one day, my friend called me with shocking news.
She told me you had committed suicide.
Why?
No one knew.

Crying for you then, I refused.
I went on about my day.
Just as years ago, you went on your way.

For you, my heart had grown cold.
As the hurt you gave me remained old.
I am sorry.
My compassion should have been for your troubled soul.

Time went by
Before I would break down and cry.
I had a flashback of that special night
You squeezed me tight.
We were watching our football team go down with a good fight.

I can tell.
You kept me safe and warm.
I thought all was well.
I often think what went wrong?
Why you couldn't talk to me?
The troubles- you could have set free.

Words left undone.
My heart you once won.
You were my first love and my first betrayal.
You are the poet of unfinished poems.
Of you, this is my portrayal.