Old Journals

Flipped through the journal today

Remembered my feelings for you

Prior to the breakup, euphoric

You were my world, each memory replayed in my mind

The cologne you wore, how you opened my door

That look you gave me, as I walked away

Showed me your apartment and the tales of the past

The way you drove your car

How your name trailed across the papers of my diary

And my heart daily

Everything mundane was unique.

Dates and times that seemed to mean something

August 6^th, 2005 seemed to have some sort of meaning

It was logged twice-I wanted it right.

The account of finding poetry in your car

The poem you lied and denied about me

The look when we got in the car, you knew I moved the poem

It had fallen out-driving when I drove your car

Then shook your head like I couldn’t have known

But I did and I was speechless-terrified

A complete diary to your heart

So passionate and zeal like

The conversations logged into memory and pages in different colors

Different shades of blue and bag penmanship

The way you said my name

And complemented the way I looked daily.

But the poem that wasn't for me

Still keeps me company

I wonder where it is and

if I could ever one day have it for the entry.