You never know when you might lose something.
A bracelet, a bill, a pencil that you chewed nervously.
But sometimes, you lose a person;
I was in a classroom,
with great big tables
and walls that echoed the teenage chatter
of my class.
My love, he sat beside me.
My friends, a tad bit too loud
laughed behind us.
A modest couple
chuckle in the back.
A brilliant, clever man
with cunning yet tired eyes
look at me happily, solemnly.
A smile was traced
by his beard laced with silver
and his accent inquired professionally.
I remember how much fun he had,
how he filled the void in my soul,
how he shared his stories and wisdom.
I lost him; I miss him.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
You never know when you might lose something.
A bracelet, a bill, a pencil that you chewed nervously.
But sometimes, you lose a person;
I was in a classroom,
with great big tables
and walls that echoed the teenage chatter
of my class.
My love, he sat beside me.
My friends, a tad bit too loud
laughed behind us.
A modest couple
chuckle in the back.
A brilliant, clever man
with cunning yet tired eyes
look at me happily, solemnly.
A smile was traced
by his beard laced with silver
and his accent inquired professionally.
I remember how much fun he had,
how he filled the void in my soul,
how he shared his stories and wisdom.
I lost him; I miss him.
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