Wonder If He Feels the Same Way You Do

And his arms become the webs of crawling insects The kings and queens of his time Out of all the stars in the sky, the shiniest one stood alone on the binge of falling apart Now what does that tell you? The bright lemon yellow is now fading to a dull speck of what you may think is light The edges no longer sharp, but chipped away The lines connecting together are no longer straight; they have grown crooked His insides now twisting with agony and guilt; regretting he never told her What he should have done, he never did; didn’t even try Thoughts of her is all there is in his head, her face is everywhere he goes Trying to move on, but the next girl looks just like she did Closing his eyes doesn’t ever work, but still he tries, yes, pretending he tries But never did he try to love her; never did he say the word love The word has been stuck in his throat next to his Adam’s apple Nothing would come out but a croak; the word never made it Now he wishes she would have grabbed his throat and forced it out Even with the next girl he cannot bear the word because of his regret Why did he not tell her how he feels? Why did he not use the word? But it’s too late, yes it’s way too late; that girl found a new him A new him that can get the word unstuck from his throat And there is no regret or guilt, not with her There is now only happiness and fulfillment for once, like she had wanted for so long And him, he is alone, nothing to comfort him But his own cry and footsteps about an empty house Never will he be as happy as what he would have been with her Never will she be happier then she is now with him Written February 6, 2009