Our Slow Death
Ten years ago, you stole my breath and heart from me
Sitting before the auditorium, the epitomy of beauty
I poured out the way I felt on paper, exposing vulnerability
Watching you read it, unable to speak, watching your mouth shape my words silently
The moment you looked up, I knew that rejection was imminent
But, I also noticed that saying "no" wasn't your initial intent
I remember the long bus ride home, depressed, hurt, heart rent
I also remember how, a few weeks later, you disappeared, not even your friends knew where you went
Eight years ago, I ran into you again by complete chance
And decided to give it another go, take another shot at romance
I take my time this time, over several weeks making my advance
Reveling in the courting of you, the slow and measured dance
Two years ago, everything fell apart and our dance ended
My life has been a shell, my heart has still not fully mended
I regret all the fights, I regret how harshly I defended
And I mostly regret neglecting the love we once so carefully tended.
With love to a woman who will never read this,
-David "Dingo" Bleecher