Not everything went well on my trip. I was rejected by a girl that I had my heart set on,
and out of my anguish I thought I'd try poetry for the first time. It's a really short recount
of our history together, and how things ended.

You once came to me broken and sad, your heart had been smote by those
who didn’t understand. You were in love with a boy you held so dear, but was
forced never to go near. “It hurts so much.” you cry to me, and I listen and coo
comfortingly. “Bad things happen for reasons you see. Maybe it t’was not to be.”

Bittersweet words bring drops of relief, and soon your smiling and in disbelief.
Your heart soars with new found hope, for another you found to be devote.

You came and said “I love you. Will you be mine?” but fate said no and drew
a line. “ I can’t, its a crime. We’re four years apart. The jails would only force
us to depart.”

My words stab your mended heart, like a rusty knife: deep and abrupt. You move
forward a little each day, and best of friends we did stay. Never knowing what I
really wanted to say.

Years went by and my feelings did swell, but fate has a way of being cruel.
Things changed and we become closer, blurring the lines between friends
and lovers. We meet face to face, like a dream come true. Finally I can tell
you that “I love you.”

“I’m sorry.” You tell me. “I do care for you. But my heart I can’t give to you.”
“Why?” I cry. “After all we’ve been through.” “What I felt wasn‘t true. You‘re
like a brother. That’s how I see you.” Something else happened I never expected.
You and the boy had reconnected. “Josh, the boy I spoke to you, can make all of
my dreams come true. I know you‘re hurting, but I am too.”

Now I sit broken and sad, thinking of what we could have had. I look to the moon,
pale against blue, and I can’t help but think of you. “I wonder if this is what you
went through. The day that I couldn’t say “Yes” to you.”