Sta.sh
Walking down the street,
A letter clutched in one hand,
His heart held in the other...
Thoughts on a poem,
Thoughts of a girl,
Thoughts of growing up
And growing old
He writes out his life,
He writes out his dreams
He writes them to
A total stranger
In hopes they will be read
A Christmas party
A simple Christmas party
Leads to so much more
A stolen kiss
A strengthening romance
He wonders about
The truth of the poem,
The fate of the poet
As his friends leave
On their trips,
He is alone in his sorrow
For another year
His memories haunt him
Once again
He can do nothing
But wallow
Wallow in his memories
Wallow in his sadness
As he walks
The dark and empty streets...
He finally realizes
The end of the poem.
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Fantastic poem.