There he was, standing proud and tall.
Yet, between us, there is an invisible wall.
How I wish I could talk to him and say,
That even at night, he shines like the day.
He sat directly across from me at the table.
I would have spoken to him, had I been able.
It was like fate had played with me,
That table wasn't where I was supposed to be.
I secretly peek at him, from the corner of my eye,
His handsome visage is the cause of my sigh.
If only I didn't have to stay away from him,
Then maybe right now, I wouldn't be so grim.
Many times, my heart debated with my mind.
If only time I could rewind....
So that I could have asked you without much difficulty,
to have a visible memory taken of you and me.
Who is now the one with regrets?
Who is now the one who frets?
The chance that I did not take,
Had left my heart discontented in its wake.
Now I blame myself for the lost chance,
because all I could do was stare at your stance.
I guess a coward is what I must be called,
For the chance of which I failed to take hold.
If you would believe me, I started composing this poem in my head during our high school junior-senior prom ( I was senior then), because, well, that was the premise of the poem. :P
And I finished it in our hotel room after the prom (my friends and I pooled our resources and booked a room beforehand)
I think it was past midnight when I wrote this, or maybe it was the morning already.
I basically just typed typed away on my phone (which still had a keypad back then), finished it within minutes, and the result is what you will find above.
Anyway, I think you can get the gist of what happened when you read it. :3
@zord189