One day,
when I’m old and grey,
I’ll tell my grand kids our greatest story.
I’ll be sure to mention
how beautiful you looked
and how you had all my attention.
I’ll let them see my tears
as I tell them of the first time we kissed,
remembering every detail, even after so many years.
They’ll know how much I love you
when I whisper your name and get lost.
I’ll come back to the present
and shake my head.
Then I’ll finish my story,
my voice now full of dread.
For we weren’t built to last.
We were made
to burn out and crash.
But I’ll keep going and continue on.
I’ll hold my head high
and finish strong,
as I tell them how I loved you
all along.
And when the story’s finally done,
when there’s nothing left to say,
when they look at me and ask what happened,
why you couldnt stay,
My only answer will be,
” I still love her to this day. “

This poem was written/submitted by Christine.