It makes me sad that I can't tell
about all the things that have happened
since we last spoke.
Like: "I've started to smoke."
And you'd tell me to "be careful,"
even though it's ***, not cigarettes.
I finally have a job that wasn't easy to get.
It's that barbecue place I told you about-
the one that hired me in the summer
when we were still together.
I wish you read the poems I wrote you,
and at the same time I'm glad you didn't,
because in them are a lot of things I only admitted
with word and on paper.
Like: "I loved you...
and still do."
I'm not sure if you broke my heart
or just hardened it against everyone frozen.
I was thinking about you most when...
I was going to try to think of something,
but never mind,
because I realized I think about you all the time.
You were my heaven on earth, but thanks to God,
without you, the world's hell.
the last word in the third line of each stanza rhymes with the last word in the first line of the next. the last word in the first line of the first stanza rhymes with the last word of the last stanza.