PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I cleaned out our old apartment today and as the sun shone through the windows and the dust particles circled they seemed to play tricks with my mind.  I started to see your face smiling, laughing, and playing in the same place the couch used to be.  Where I would sit with your head in my lap and we would watch TV.  I said aloud, "God, those were the days" the days when it seemed like we knew all of the ways we both liked to have our egos stroked.  The times when you laughed at my jokes as I chastised you about your smokes.  Back in the apartment where we kept our hopes and dreams to ourselves as book-ends on our dream shelves.  Your smile seemed like it belonged on a box of cereal, your beauty ethereal, and your love imperial.  I will never forget you and that's a fact.  No matter who I meet or how I act your presence has touched my life in ways that will never allow me to go back to anything less than equal to you in our glory days.  I still say today that no one can love me unconditionally like you did.  Only you could've made me get rid of my personal phone book.  Only you could wear your hair long or short and pull off either look with style and finesse that had others thinking that it was you at your best but I knew that those looks were only the surface of you.  I just wish I was more mature at that time.  We had our rough moments and it was nothing to find you upset, out of sorts, and up at the bar drinking for free like you was a star.  You needed me and I needed you and it seemed that without each other we never knew what to do.  But I love you, I loved you, I have to let you go but I'll pray that should destiny's winds blow you my way again I will not let you go so easily my friend.