The Old Poet

I used to be a very prolific poet. I found a whole journal full of poetry I has written. I was shocked as I recalled that that used to be my outlet. I miss it. This poem had no name but it broke my heart as I read it again, seemingly for the first time.

My heart longs for something
That I can't seem to find
Except in you.
The sly smiles and knowing glances,
Quick wit and contagious laughter
Humble words and tearful partings,
The care and concern
And the fierce loyalty.
All fall so easily into you
Only to haunt my dreams,
Knowing it isn't you
Who has any of it to give.

I amaze myself. I feel that heartbreak all over again of having great guys become my best friends and leaving me again and again. It was always for the best but it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Perhaps it is again time to take up that hobby and develop my skill again. It's a shame to not have more to show of that talent.