Today,
I’m terribly sorry
I’ve neglected you.

Yesterday and the days before her have such a hold on me that I no longer have any desire to break free and pay you a visit.

Tomorrow,
I’m terribly sorry
That when
I prepared myself for your arrival
I did it with much certainty
As if your arrival is promised.

This story
Is no longer
Your typical
“Girl meets boy”
But instead
It is the story of
When The Poet Fell In Love
Even in your absence
I still Write about you
May you live on not in my dreams
But in each stanza composed of my recollections of who you once were
And what we used to be

I was once
Just like you

Complacent
In my own mistreatment
Becoming knowledgeable
Of vile how it was
And then
Projecting
My rightful abundance of anger
Unto the very world
That abused me

I was once
just like you,
Awaiting another calamity
For anything
of the opposite nature to happen
Would mean my universe
Was unbalanced

For I am,
A Black Girl

Disparity and Adversity raised  me

my emotionally disconnected mother and nonexistent father never could

I mourn the tragic loss of my innocence
Just as you do

My upbringing and shortcomings mirror yours

I am just like you

You remind me
Of someone

In fact
You remind me
Of Him

You even noted
The similar features
You both attain

You remind me
of Him

But my darling
You are nothing
Like Him

You are
An honest man
You are
An unselfish man
You are
A purpose driven man

He is merely
Just
A man

Your tendency
To be
The one
In the right
Had nothing
To do
With
Me being
In this constant state
Of Wrong

But instead
Everything
To do
With the fact
That your idea
Of what was
Truly
right
Was ragged as hell
To begin with

I corrected my mistakes
You never
Learned from
Yours