as the sun creeps
over the horizon
a new day begins

i awake from my slumber
as my hands skate across my bed
i remember
you're not with me

i don't feel your warmth
against my back

i don't see your countenance
in the bright morning light

i don't feel your touch,
those soft supple hands

I'm sure nobody cares
Whenever I post one of my 'poems'
But I post them anyway
Life of a poet I guess

The previous sonnets that I wrote
Were about this girl,
This wonderful, life-changing person
That has impacted my life a certain way

Well, I've been pursuing her for awhile now,
Wrote 'poems' about her
Even sent some to her, for her
She reads them, every time

Few months go by,
We sit together at the table, facing each other
She looks up at me and I know she's going to ask me something
It's that look that I know so well

She says, "Are the poems you wrote about me ?"
I falter, I cave in, I hesitate telling her
After what feels like forever, I finally look to her and say
"Yes, the poems are about you"

let's make a bunch of new memories
together
me and you
a bunch of **** to remember by
we will laugh about it as years go by
we can make sad ones, happy ones
it doesn't matter
as long as we're together in that memory

or if we don't work out
we will have those memories
we can visit them in our head
and laugh about it
for we were happy
and we will be happy