Jul 01, 2004 21:53
For the Boys
You were the first one I saw, the summer before my freshman year
In the sweet summer sun, you looked so perfect
Soon I knew, or thought I knew, that you were “the one”
I spent so much time, dreaming, wishing, hoping
But never actually told you
And seeing you again, once, after so much time
Made me wish, so much, that there had been something
So I wrote, and…
Nothing.
At least I told you.
And then there was you
Summer-time friend
I see you once each year, and only for a week
But being with you makes it seem so much more
Laughter, stories, music, cards
Your wry wit, never failing to make me laugh
One more time, and then it’s over, perhaps for forever
I miss you.
Also you
The one I saw at church
Every week, for a time, though now no longer
Sarcasm and teasing, brilliant humour
I would watch you
And for a time, hoped you watched me too
Our mothers swore we’d see each other this summer
And surely we shall
But today I find out, you have a girlfriend
Cruel fate shatters hopes
But I will still be your friend.
Finally, you, the one I saw often
I didn’t know, at first, but then I realized
Your eyes, your slightly upturned nose
The jazz in your soul
Your courage, putting up with more than anyone I have ever met
I admire you from afar
And joke with you when you are near
Shared interests, common friends
Make me think, maybe there is still hope
I can’t tell you, not yet, for I lack the courage
But maybe, one day, I will
I wish I could.
And so, I wait for you.
And besides all these, there is one I never considered
Friend, neighbour
The one that seems to care for me
You treat me the way none have ever treated me before
You hold me, comfort me when I am sad
Somehow, get me to talk about almost anything
And yet, I feel nothing
Except guilt, because it seems there should be something there
Still we remain friends, and yet…
I’m sorry.
this poem was rattling around in my head today, and I just needed to get it out and written down. obviously, it's about the boys in my life...yes, I think of them as boys, even the one that is 2 years older than me. each stanza is for one of them, and if you know me pretty well, they really aren't too hard to figure out.
this is the first time I've written a poem voluntarily, so I'm sure it's pretty much crap...comments would be nice, tell me what you think...
bry,
boys,
writing