Concerning You Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I always wanted to be a subtle person,
not too obvious with my overwhelming obsessions;
but anymore, I've become an invisible person,
completely unaware of affections for anyone.

I'd like to start something monumental
like a marriage or a family
but I'm closer to the finished product
of a cemetery stay in soft hues of summer shade.

I've never wanted to imitate anyone
but I've still completely failed
at being extraordinarily and fascinatingly original,
I've become a dull uniqueness at best.

I'm no longer enchanted by sunlight on a woman's hair,
I'm no longer perplexed if a particular girl knows I exist,
I'm no longer writing poetry in search of perfume,
I'm content to just say brief prayers in a lonely room.

I once flirted with a maid after I left your hotel suite,
merely moments before I was in adoration of your feet,
such personal superficiality felt like defeat,
I learned from myself just how incomplete love can be.

I'll send you at least one more Valentine's Day card
if it has to be mailed from the grave,
I just want one more chance to apologize
and to offer you something you can save
from a man who once meant well concerning you.