It's very seldom that I write poetry. But sometimes you find inspiration.
The lovely nights we spent together,
Hands intertwined.
Her soft beautiful hair
Resting on my shoulder.
No one told me she was moving.
The countless love notes piling up.
And the way we danced,
That very first time.
The sweet smile on her face, when she looked into my eyes.
No one told me she was moving.
And I may have failed Physics.
But I know chemistry.
We were good together.
No one told me she was moving.
Our love, was a light in dark places.
Oh how It warmed my heart.
She told me we would grow old together.
That there were many more memories yet to be made.
No one told me she was moving.
I should have realized.
The plane tickets,
The Duffel Bags,
The long goodbyes.
But no one told me she was moving.
…and now she’s gone.
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