A Year of Realization
And it all began with the realization,
that I'm not a kid anymore.
Ive spent much time in contemplation,
looking to become something more.
The year began itself unlike any other.
It began with myself and young girl,
caught in a desperate love for one another.
She was the sun, the moon, and the stars,
she was flowers, and fields,
and restless nights dreaming of adventures afar.
I was emotions, wishes, and poetic romance,
but I became logic, science, and nothing but facts.
She remained who she was, but I've lost my way.
This past year has had a sour taste.
I write this poem in hopes of reaching out,
to the young love I lost, the young man I remember now.
I've come to the realization, that all my contemplation,
led me away from that young girl I knew I loved.
I know I've changed, and so have you,
but for the sake of poetic romance. Haylee,
I'm still desperately in love with you.
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