Seniorita Poem by Joshua Mccoy

Clouds hung heavy over my head as I reminisce over the joy I had and lost before I got a chance to experience it.
What was stolen from me was never really mine to begin with but the loss still hurt all the same.
I gave a week of my best and had the highest of hopes by touching perfection only to have them diced and destroyed with a sharp iron meat cleaver.
Alas, it was never to be from the very start and out time together was spent through words but the temporary time spent had a long lasting effect on my heart. The barely visible flame known as hope grew into a roaring fireplace when the opportunity to touch beyond what my world has to offer came into existence. And faded into scattered chipped ash when reality set in.