I’m a long way from happy
Eleven hundred miles from home
A small town, cold and drafty
On the Sound I called my own
When I was six, I met her
A lovely girl, who noticed I’m alone
She couldn’t speak, so she wrote a letter
Saying she sees everything I’ve known
A garden of pure sound and light
A safe space, I never want to hide
She kept me warm, even in her cold
I thought she was the one, and together we’d grow old.
I talked to her every day
I heard her in the gravel and wood
She told me, “I’m never far away”
Even if Mount Saint Helens laid us ten feet in soot.
She was very emotional, expressive, yet kindly subdued.
She was very loving, soft, but could carry a mood.
We shared our rainy days in the woods.
Or every summer day on the lake, as much as we could.
“You know you’re right”, I would say.
“You’ll always be there for me, even in the subtlest of ways”
And she would whisper in my ear,
“Yes, honey, you have nothing to fear.”
She always wore a soft green sweater, as gentle as the woods around her.
And the dark gray eyes one could lose themselves in for sure.
We were perfect.
We were inseparable.
But I was wrong.
As soon as she came into my life, I had to go.
And her stormy gray eyes became as white as snow.
She sat in the grass and cried for an hour.
The blue tears fell like rain, and I felt the shower.
The rain grew stronger and stronger, and as the exit music played, I heard her last words.
“I will wait for your return. I love you.”
This is my first poem here, I might add some bass and make a song out of it.