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Looking Right
You seem out-of-it,
different, and sad.
Because I let you down
and made you mad.
You said that high school love
was no big deal
and all small wounds
would easily heal.
You said that we were done
and you were through.
But all simple thoughts
can be misconstrued
You left me heart-broken
on that narrow bench.
I found that dead heart
has an awful stench.
I watched you get up
and leave me there
as you left me
emotionally bare.
My eyes tracked you
as you crossed the quad.
You were perfect for me;
a beautiful gift from God.
So, I couldn’t let you
just go to waste
I got up and tracked you
through the crowded space.
As I crossed the sea of teens
and looked for you, my shore,
I remember all the great things
that we have done before.
Chasing you down
being pushed and shoved’
longing for one thing,
the feeling of being loved.
I reached you
and caught you by surprise
and I looked into your iris
and saw baby-blue skies.
I proposed an idea
and asked for a second chance.
Now we’re together again,
a relationship advanced.
But that last line was a lie,
and I was terribly mistaken
because one night,
my life was deeply shaken.
It was a Friday night
and I was driving you home
from the night we had to ourselves
were we could just roam.
I remember the price of the food.
9 dollars, 7 pennies, and a dime.
But I never got to say, “I love you.”
for the very last time.
You loved me in the seat to my right.
Your affection didn’t want to hide.
But, I swear, I didn’t see the truck,
coming from the passenger side.
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