Her Style
It’s been two years since I've seen her
And I still remember
Every day we spent together
How she came in as a wild fiery storm
And how she left as softly as the wind
That’s what she did
It was her style
I have always asked about her
When I’ve seen her friends that knew her
Trying to find if she was laughing
Intensely wishing she was missing me
Just a little bit
It was a foolish thought to think
But somewhere deep inside I knew
It was her style
Somewhere in the town of Kingston
While I sat reciting poetry
I ran into a friend we both had known
So I asked him if he’d seen her
He said yes, a few times recently
But he felt the fire in her eyes
Had darkened and gone dry
Those were not the words I looked for
Those were not the words I wanted
I had always wished that someday she’d return
Always knowing somewhere deep
She wouldn’t be back again
I always knew
I wasn’t her style
Copyright © Cj Krieger | Year Posted 2015
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