Write Her Off Poem by Robert L. Bixler III

Another name to add to the list,
And yet one more time to get the gist.
Never mind this agonizing cough
That hides my tear as another girl is written off.

You see this book that’s in my hand
Is where my rejections finally land.
Each girl that I have held so very true,
Has her number here, her lasting hue.

There is one of my early childhood,
The one for which this book was pulled.
Blonde hair and blue eyes with deep stare,
I still remember her soft, silky hair.

But summer was too long,
And distance too strong,
For our young love to last.
With the pen, write it to the past..

Then came the next, over there.
She was the one of light air,
One of which I foolishly fail
For temporal exterior’s hale.

She never knew who I was then,
A common happening of men.
She found love as I learned
To be the one who never yearned.

Another name to add to the list,
And yet one more time to get the gist.
Never mind this agonizing cough
That hides my tear as another girl is written off.

Soon came festering friends,
I would love each before our ends.
Dark hair Raveness with athletic build
Before surfing soul mate my heart yield.

Falling deep for one of them
And not hearing friendship’s requiem.
Distance allows for realization
Of the heart’s true dissipation.

You see this book that’s in my hand
Is where my rejections finally land.
Each girl that I have held so very true,
Has her number here, her lasting hue.

Another name to add to the list,
And yet one more time to get the gist.
Never mind this agonizing cough
That hides my tear as another girl is written off.