The Lost

I tried something new,
expecting to meet no one,
but alas, there he was,
the only kind one there.

We talked together all day,
whether during work or liesure;
we had connected,
and he made the days bearable.

I lay awake in the dead of night,
imagining him with me.
His blonde hair, bright smile,
was all that made my thoughts.

When I went back to the place,
the place where we met,
he was gone.
There was no one left.

I didn't go the next time.
My mum told me he was there.
he told her he liked me,
and I was not there.

Eagerly, I went the next time,
expecting to see him,
talk to him about us.
But he was not there.

Nor was he there the next time,
or the next.
For he had gone.
And I was alone.

I tried to contact him.
Call, email, text...
but he did not reply.
For he was gone.

Broken, alone, hopeless, depressed.
It had been him, I knew it.
Was sure of it,
in my heart, my soul.

I still sit awake in the dead of night,
during the day hours,
thinking about him,
of what could have been.

I miss him like a plant misses water on a hot day.
I dreams go to him,
as do my desires.
He fills and creates my fantasies.

Was he my soul-mate?
Will I ever find him?
Will I forever remember him,
condemned to regret?

The longer we're apart,
the more I realize;
We were born to be together.
I love him.

I know it must be love I feel.
What else could this strong,
so yearning sensation be?
Oh Eric, where are you?

Please, my love, you must answer me.
Have you forgotten me?
Worse, have you moved on?
Where have you gone?

I could go on forever.
He still burns in my mind.
My passion for him holds me,
keeps me from thinking of others.

Eric. Sixteen, soft face,
cute glasses, charming smile.
So sweet, funny handsome.
He's rightfully mine.

And he liked me too.
It kills me.
Stabs me right in the soul.
Every dream, crushed.

I'm lost, confused, alone.
I long deeply for what I cannot have.
You may blame it on hormones,
but I know it is not.

I cry for you,
long to be with you.
Need you.
I love you, Eric.