Cj Krieger Poet Prose

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

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