Second Poem To Sherri Poem by Abel Bolaños

I remember
One day that could have
Changed everything.

I'm sorry
For sitting idly
While you forgot.
For thinking my time
With you was bought.

Thank you
For listening
When no one would,
For doing
What no other could.
You gave me hope
When there was none.
But our love was over
Before it could have begun.

I'm sorry
For the bad luck,
Brown Eyes,
For our ruined plans,
And my hopeless sighs.

Sometimes
I long for you

To have kissed me
That starry night,
To have loosened your lips
And eyes from being closed so tight.

I wish
I fought for you more,
You fought not to let me go, and
You didn't leave my heart so sore.

But
You still solve my problems
With your smile.
I still retrace my steps,
Every once in a while,
To your house,
To remember,
To forget
A miscarriaged love.

You were my first
Though our lips never touched,
Though our hands never embraced, and

I want you

To know
You set the standard for beauty
For the rest of my life.
You are a monument of perfection
To my future wife.

Until we meet, or if we never do,
And I can never feel
The African sun on you,
And we fail to watch movies
While tasting the early morning dew,
And I never see you in that denim skirt
Under your long black wavy hair:

I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Good luck.
Good bye.

I think one day
We'll change everything.