The Kiss Poem by Oscar Robles

Sitting here drinking all alone
Staring out into the dark
Remembering that first kiss
Yes, the one that left its mark
Thinking of words exchanged
Stares from glossy eyes
Two broken hearts colliding
Heartbeats of emotional cries
Minds withholding feelings of joy
Battling scars of pain
Like chains of prison
Incarcerated they remain
Four years of sporadic thought
A friendship of time scattered
Pieces leading to the present
If they reach the heart what matters
Too much pain too many memories
What becomes of collisions like this
To release the past grabbing what's there
Not too often comes a four-year kiss