The Search - Poem by GJG Elton
Once we were happy, but I ruined that,
Disgusting I was, worse than a rat.
Making it worse, soon we were parted,
Not long after that, my heartaches, they started.
Maybe I would or maybe I wouldn't.
Searching I started, once told that I shouldn't.
Looking high and then low, here then there,
Not a believer, no god answered my prayer.
The years went by, my life, it moved on,
But time wore me down, once she was gone.
Continued my search, for that single chance,
To find her again, to renew our romance.
Decades had passed, and still not a sign
Of my long lost love, who I worshipped divine.
Eventually I stopped, her searching I did
But an annual trek, her image unhid,
From deep in my soul, on her I would dwell,
But that had to cease, to stop living in hell.
More time, then passed, with nary a clue,
Finally admitting, the search was all through.
Then sent by a friend, a message arrived,
Joy finally returned, to this heart so deprived.
Now found her he did, but what should I do?
Having lost all my smarts, I had not a clue.
Another year passed, while I made up my mind,
So simple. a message, was she so inclined,
To renew an old friendship, that I once destroyed
Fearing the worse, was her heart now devoid,
Of feelings for me, from that time long ago.
Another month passed, without a hello.
Just one last message, to her I would try
If nothing returned, I would take my goodbye.
About to give up, and go on my way,
When out of the blue, early one day,
Over the transom, a message from her,
Happy she was, that I was still here.
Friends we are now, still, I want much more,
Patience she says, we need to explore,
The spark, is it there, we both need to know,
A meet we must have, so off I will go,
So much is riding, our meet face to face.
Within moments, we'll know, once we embrace.
It's all up to her, and once she has spoken,
Home I'll return, elated, or heartbroken…
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