Someone From A Long Time Ago

Here I am
Writing poems about you
And there you are..
Not even thinking about me
Sometimes I wonder
What hurts the most,
The thought that
You won’t ever read this
Or probably, you just might
But the thing is that..
You wouldn’t even care.

I admit from time to time I'm still thinking about you. Some nights when I’m still up.. I did think about you. I mean, how could I forget? When the first poetry I have written was about you. If my memory served me right, the poem goes like this (the edited version though, I lost my journal and let’s face it, it was terribly written) :

When I first saw you
My heart did a somersault
Like it wanted to do a back flip
Inside my chest
Its erratic beating
Was the only thing
I heard.

And the moment
Our eyes met
I stopped breathing
Literally..
Figuratively…
I forgot to breathe.

Seemed like my world
Stopped revolving
All at once
It was only you
And me
And no one else
You tune out everything
Within miles and distance.

What’s got me into you?

Is it your eyes?
Those brown orbs
Stared right through me
As if
Our souls recognized each other
Maybe yes, maybe no.

Ah, maybe it’s your
Knowing smile
You knew the effect you had on me, huh
Or maybe
It’s because of the heat
That travelled across my cheeks
And into my ears
And I don’t even blush
To begin with!

Or maybe it’s the way
You carry yourself
The quiet walk you take
Or maybe your messy hair
Blame the wind!
But I admit
There were times I envy the wind
For I wish it was my fingers
That played across them.

Maybe it’s the way you look
Whenever you draw
It was as if
The world would end
And yet, you were not even aware.

Or the way you play sports
Your concentrated look.
Or the way you danced
You danced gracefully.

So what is it that got me into you
Because yes, I am into you
Or maybe everything about you?
Ah, yes it is.
It is everything about you.

---When I First Saw You

There’s the cheesy old me right there. Well, that was how I feel so feel free to sue me.

I know I said I won’t write about you ever again. (Refer to my poem: The Last Time for a chance to win house and lot--really now. You know the drill.)
But...let’s call this a cheat day. Because sometimes yes.. you crossed my mind.
And who knows, maybe someday I’ll write a poem on how I moved on from you.

Or maybe I already did write about it. (Specifically now)

Because right now if I would be honest.. it all feels like it was a faint memory. From a long time ago. A long forgotten dream that I remember when I'm lonely.
Or maybe I just missed those feelings.
Or maybe no reason at all.
You just remember.
.
And sometimes..you don’t need closure for you to move on.

Or maybe acceptance is the only closure that you need.
Accepting that yes. It was indeed over.

So wake the fuck up.