I know I am just a working man
i think in honesty that's why you left me.
I know I was never enough to make you stay.
I struggle with words I suppose two years
As class clown in English class caused that.
But give me a sick engine and my tool box
I can make it sound like poetry.

I saw a therapists  to help me
with my depression after you left me.
I think it was a broken heart.
I know my toolbox
could not help me to fix it.
She said to write my feelings
On a paper to get them out in the open.
Where they could be dealt with.

So here it is
my first writing project.
since my c minus in 12th grade
This is not a love poem for you.
Please Don’t take this as a love poem.

I do not care to relive
our romantic moments in my poetry.
Like when I saw you for the first time.
And the songs of angels
sang in my bursting heart.

I will never write a love poem for you
Like when we sheltered from the spring rain
Below an old  maple tree
dripping in olive greens
And I noticed the colour of its leaves
Were the exact colour of your eyes.

I am finished with silly love poems
And will never mention again
How I stop and my heart skips a beat
when I hear a laugh thats
exactly like yours.
Or see a woman from behind
and her hair is burnished gold
Just like I remember yours.

I think I am better now almost cured.
Intruth I am quiet over you.
In fact I hardly ever think of you,,anymore.
Except perhaps in springtime.
But then again
I should never think of springtime.
For that would surely
break my heart in two