You know I used to write poetry about how the sun glowed a pon your hair, about strangers you fall in love with, about the prettiest boy in class, about how unfortunately irregardless of our  actions  the time will pass. I had a little crush on you. You definitely knew but I pretended that you didn't so  I could keep my hopes up about you. About us someday hiking up a trail, waking up in the same bed, You picking up our mail, You picking up the kids, Us painting our home’s walls. I used to have a crush on you but the kind that in love falls , the kind that always calls with good and bad news, the kind you can't forget even if somebody else you try and choose. I had a crush on you, If had was present tense because honestly i know that i haven't liked anybody else since, since we were last together and you stood next to me and told me i looked pretty, the type of warmth even you couldn't understand,  my diary consists of poetry that immortalizes You in every line.

I close My eyes,
I See You,
I open My eyes,
And Your Gone.
Memories with You are not Few,
With every Memory a feeling of
Acceptance was Born.

Moments with You,
That’s what I Miss,
You in My Arms,
That’s what I Wish.

I want to see You Smile,
So Your number I won’t Dial.
Hence I’ll go Away,
To keep You happy,
That’s the Only Way.

Then I ask Myself,
‘Who will be my secret keeper?’
In the ocean of My thoughts
I dive Deeper.

every time i glance
out of my 4th story bedroom window
i see you
in the cigarette burn
that stains my window screen
tainted with the distant memories
of you