i wrote this recently...it's not a poem..i'm not sure what it is..




You and your friends are sitting at the bar.
A girl walks in the bar, every man stops talking and stares at her.
She has long dark brown hair loose wearing skirt, and black top.
She looks around...until her eyes meet yours.
You knew who she was.
She walks toward the bar almost to you
but she turns the other direction to another guy
who is grinning at her; she smiless back at him.
She knew you were watching her as she hugs him.
You don't like the way that he has his arms around her.

She was once yours long time ago. Now she's his.
You sit there staring at her.
She let out a small appreciative laugh and
touches him affectionately on his arms.
There was a time when you made her laugh too.
She always gave her full attention with enthusiasm.
She was very open person and never passed judgment on you.
Her dark brown eyes alwayslights up
when you're in the room.

You took her for granted, she knew that too.
but she never said a word or hinted she was upset.
Instead, she turned quiet and very time you cancelled plans;
she said it was alright as if she expected to hear
without even questioning you why.

You knew what you were to doing to her whether it was
intentionally or not, it was hurting her.
But you ignored it; hoping she will get over it.
You knew she had the most incredible patient, and you
used that against her. When she gave all she had to give,
you held back without offering more than you wanted to share.

She gets up and comes to your direction.
She does not say a word to you.
To her, you are nothing more than
some guy in a bar now.
It seems that she erased you from
her heart and her mind.
She orders her drink and walks away.
What else is there to say, you wonder
It is late to say sorry.

You remember how you thought things
were great between you and her.
She was always calling, emailing,
and planning things.
However, there were times,
when you did not hear from her; then again,
she always managed to call.
You saw her once or twice a week then
sometime; you did not see her at all.
It was perfect.
No pressure you felt.

Then it stopped, she wrote one email
about some dinner plans
but you did not reply to her.
Then she did not call or email.
It was as if you were oblivious what's going on.
To be honest, you really did not give much thought about her
cause you knew she will always be
there waiting for you.
Not this time.

Then you see her again here with some guy.
You lost her completely knowing
that the guy she's with right now is the luckiest guy
to have someone like her in his arms.
You never saw that until now.
You managed to push her away when all
she wanted to be needed by you and
be part of your life; if you let her.

It is 12 when you get home, you look at your phone,
and her number is still there in your phonebook.
You dialed it hoping her voicemail picks up but it is her.
At first, she sounds happy, but you can tell the tone of
her voice went silence the moment you say hello.

It is the first time there is awkward
silence between you and her.
You could not think of something to say to her.
It was always her that talked and filled the empty void or gap.
Why, she asked, you knew what she was asking.
A trace of bitterness in her tone made you think.
She still remembers.