Poetry of 2015-2017

07.10.17

A year ago, you left your home town

Standing there, breaking down

Into tears I would've never seen you do since I've known you from my senior year.

You wore your black shirt, green sneaks and jeans

Doing something you were meant to do and since it runs in the genes.

I'm not able to call you, text you, or even see your face.

I'm not going to be able to take you to places

I'm not going to be able to hear your voice

But like what's our other choice?

I have to wait to receive your letters

Which I'll know it'll make me feel better

I know I'll overwrite about my feelings

But it has a meaning

Who knew a year would come this quickly; it flew by

They don't say this for nothing; semper fi