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Kryptonite

02-06-2020 at 01:43:53 PM

Kryptonite

Kryptonite
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Oh, my god, yes I've finally found the one!
I squeeze my arms around him, crying in joy and relief
It's been almost five years since we last spoke.
He laughs and hugs me tightly, a look of contentment on his features,
And I smile, glad to have finally met him
He is only a year older than I last remember yet five years is quite some time to have waited that long to talk to me. But I honestly don't care.
He’s here, wrapping his arms around me, embracing me like I'm the most important person in the world. I feel touched by an angel.
After five excruciatingly long and painful years, he forgave me for my sins towards him
Of course I hug back, scared to let go lest I lose him again.
He whispers softly,”No, its okay. I'm never leaving you. Ever.”
I nod and continue to hold tight to him,
Reassuring me of his true and actual form
It's not my imagination this time
I am overwhelmed with a million emotions, most of them too happy to explain
But then something feels wrong
I see him shimmer in the moonlight, his already soft voice fading from my mind
And he focuses on something beyond my own form
I turn around to see what he might be staring at,
But when i turn back around to face him, nothing is left
I only remember waking up, screaming out his name
Lost, lonely and afraid I realize it was all a dream and he will never come back.
Heartbroken, I cry
Goodbye

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.