Lost love

a little poem about a lost love

Did I hear you calling?
it seems I always do
every time I look around
the one I see is you.

I see your face in my dreams
and there it will always stay
because its true that I lost you
on that bright blue sunny day.

your soul did not go flying
to our maker up above
I just thought I was too young
for that pure intense love.

so many years later
I sit and then I smile
at how you saw the woman
and I felt like a child