"unfortuantly" poems
Long days filled with laughter,
I was always happy to be with you
Even if it was just for a car ride to the store.
You taught me so much.
Unfortuantly, my brain wasn't a sponge back then.
Instead, it was a hard rock
Or better yet, a ball of rubber bands
Tightly wound and great at deflecting anything that was good for me.
The first time I left was also the first time I ever saw you cry.
A grown man
Sobbing and emotional.
I thought things would never change.
After all, you've always been a phone call away.
But distance turned into more than miles
Distance became the pain that I talk about now when I'm drunk.
It became our undoing.
It became a part of me that I never wanted.
It's been ten years
And I still haven't found the bridge back to us.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC