It All Started With An Ending Poem by Anna Greco

It all started with a memory I wish I could replay.
I never knew how things were to turn out that day.
Started with hope, with a promise, with a drive.
I never knew I had the ability to feel so alive.

Turning my head, watching the landscape fly.
There was no need to ever wonder why.
All my dreams were coming true.
And it all began with me and you.

I still couldn't believe it when I pulled in your neighborhood.
I felt something I never knew I could.
It was excitement pulsing through my veins.
I had feelings overlapping in chains.

Seeing you, I felt my heart skip a few.
Giving a hug, I felt awkward too.
Going inside and sitting down, I often stared at the ground,
As if looking for something that needed to be found.

Eventually we got up and I hoped with all my might,
That things would go perfect tonight.
The odd feeling still didn't go away.
I wondered if it will today.

We ended up playing a game.
I must admit, it was pretty lame.
Yet I was with you, so it had to be fun.
Even though you were the person who won.

I owed you a kiss.
However, you made me miss.
It was quite humorous.
I could tell you did such because you were nervous.

Time flew by,
I didn't want to say goodbye.
But it wasn't over yet.
This was just the first set.

Sitting against the wall,
Saying nothing at all.
Your arms wrapped around me.
I didn't even feel the need to be free.

It was the fourth of July.
My, oh my.
It was getting late.
I couldn't wait.

Fireworks exploded, one, two, three,
As if they were only for you and me.
I heard it hadn't rained for weeks.
But lucky for us, rain kissed our cheeks.

I couldn't believe how much I fell,
And how much it hurt to say farewell.
I watched you as I drove away.
Knowing I would see you another day.

We had three more days together,
And to leave again, knowing I'd have to wait for another.
A month later after July,
I stated to believe everything was a lie.

When, really, it was a coping process,
So I could handle my losses.
The past was where it all would lay,
And it all ended with a memory I wish I could replay.