As I drove in the car down to your house,
I sat and thought while as quiet as a mouse.
I thought about all the time we had shared,
And thought about how our friendship had faired.
A tear slowly slid down my cheek,
As I realized my actions had been meek.
I slowly brushed my tear aside,
Wondering in who I could confide.
It had always been you in the past,
But in the present, you weren't in the cast.
Four long months had gone by,
And now the ends were about to tie.
I slowly remembered how a few weeks ago,
I never thought inside your house I'd go.
I never even thought I'd talk to you,
And I am sure you had these thoughts too.
But now, here I was driving down your road,
And I tried to sort through the heavy load.
Well, now here I was at your door,
I was relieved to know when I looked in, I didn't need a tour.
Everything was just the way I remembered it,
It was almost like a perfect fit.
Here we were, just me and you,
The way it was meant to be, just us two.
I'd like to dedicate this poem to the person, I was referring to throughout, my friend Alisha. This told the story of how I felt when I went over her house for the first time in 4 months.
© 1997 het157@hotmail.com
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