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You texted me a hello and a Happy New Year
You asked how I was doing and I responded “Doing Well”
I returned your question of “How are you doing”
I followed after with “Did you have a good New Year’s Eve”
You kept your responses simple and vague
You left my second question hanging by only answering with
‘Working a lot’ and stating how happy you were to hear I was doing well
Your short, simple responses gave nothing away
About what has occurred in your life
Since the last time we had a willing and connected conversation
The way you responded left me to wonder
The reason why you contacted me
Your distant responses made it very clear
That this would be the last time you and I would ever talk
This is the end of the two of us
The end of you and I
The end of any possibility of you and I being one
As I quietly sit in the Marketing Room
Thinking about the obvious next step
I waiver on my decision to delete your number off my Blackberry forever
I questioned whether I would regret this decision
Then an old quote by Khalil Gibran came to me:
“If you love somebody let them go, for if they return, they were always yours.
And if they don’t, they never were.”
Believing the truth behind his words,
I proceeded to clearing our messages
And deleting your number off my phone
Until next time..
If there is one..
Only time will tell..
That awful day back in January.
If I could tell you how much you mean to me
I would say you’re everything to me.
If I could tell you how much you make me happy
I would say no one else makes me happier than you do.
If I could tell you how much I want things to work out between us
I would say that I’m willing to do whatever has to be done to
Make things between us perfect or close to perfection.
If I could tell you how you make me feel
I would say that no one has ever made me feel this way.
If I could tell you how much I want you in my life
I would say that I never want to let you go.
If I could tell you how sorry I am for pushing you away
I would ask you to give me another chance.
I’m asking you for a hand because I cannot do this on my own.
For this to work, willingness from both of us is required.
I believe things happen for a reason.
Meeting you was one of the best things that has ever happened in my life.
It’s for a reason.
It’s no lie.
Thinking back to those sweet days makes me realize
This is true and it’s for real.
It was my mistake to walk away
When chance after chance was given.
I was afraid of what I didn’t know.
But now that I know, I’m ready for it.
The only question is, are you?
The if's and should have's but didn't...
A torn heart,
A broken soul,
I don’t know which way to go,
I’m losing control.
I once had a dream,
A burning desire,
But now it’s slowly turning into smithereens.
In the middle, feeling trapped,
Two different voices, two different paths.
One is not me, not what I want to be
The other is my dream, my burning desire.
What should I do? Which way should I go?
How I used to feel when I didn't know what to do career-wise.
I gave you my heart, I gave you my soul
You were my all, you made me feel whole.
I was always there no matter what time of day
I still continue to do so even to this day.
I’d walk a thousand miles for you
I’d do anything to show you that my love is true…
The first date fell on a cool Sunday evening
In August 2014
We dined on sushi while we exchanged
Stories and typical first-date questions
We headed out for a quick stroll around the block
Before driving off into the city
We pulled over and shared an intimate moment
Which lasted for hours but only felt like a minute
Kisses and embraces all around
I had the most amazing time
I retired that night satisfied but wanting more of you
Since we parted ways, memories of you have slowly dimmed
But every now and then on a Sunday
Something will remind me of you
Then a film of that Sunday evening
Would play in my mind
Until those memories stamped with your name
Fade in significance and with time
Every other Sunday and every single summer
When the same date rolls around in the calendar
You’ll be the one I think of
You’ll be the one I remember
A poem expressing how I just can't get you of my mind, even after what's happened.
A quick hello to all of you on this site
Here to share a quick poem before I head off
Into the city, into the night
To watch a game played on a rink of ice
Between two teams with a common goal of gloriously holding the Stanley Cup high in the sky
A new Citizen of Hello Poetry
Putting words to paper has never been a stranger to me
I have always had a love for words and poetry
And now here I am excited to share the words that flow out of me..
Quick poem.  Not my best.  In a hurry.  Off to watch the game.

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