Thursday, September 23, 2010


I looked at her, and she looked at me.
It was one of those magical moments.
We both gazed into each others eyes.
Everything was right.
There was electricity.
We danced, and felt each others heat.
She smelled like fresh flowers.
My older brother told me I experienced "the click".
I received immediate knowledge, that she and I were meant to be.
Circumstances made it fail.
I made it fail, really.
I must own up.
She begged me for an answer, but I was cruel.
I left her flat.
It was one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
I try not to dwell on it.
It keeps coming back, like a ghost.
I don't need more flames, in my private hell.
My youth is a million miles away.
I suppose love came to easy for me, then.
I let it get away.
I suppose if I met her now, she would say, "get over it".
I have to live with my mistakes.
I have to pray for forgiveness.
In order to claim a semblance of what once was good in me;
I have to admit to, and understand my evil.
I want to be alone now, to grieve and think.
I really did love her.


  1. I could have danced all niggggggggghhht....I could have danced all niggggggghhhhhht....and still not be with youuuuuuuuuuu....I could have pranced in my bell bottom pants ...I could have clicked my Cuban heels....I could have worn my orange and blue plaid orange shirt and royal blue tie...and still not be with youuuuuuuuuu....I could have danced and danced all nigggggghhhhhhhhtttttttt..... and still be searching for you.......

  2. Love it!!! Janet Perkins Caldwell aka Derailedpoet

  3. Mike, you kill me!!!...heeee!...I haven't been around because i have been wrestling with microsoft and apple all week, trying to get my stupid Ipod to no avail!...damn!...janet!...thank you dear!