Read Poetry: Think of me, by Romey Norton

I let you fly,

Bon Voyage, goodbye.

Not a tear in my eye, 

after week one went by, 

My heart began to question why.

 

Feelings buried hard in stone, 

an over-grown garden must have grown, 

knocked me dead from my throne, 

You, so happy must have shown, 

a truth inside that made me groan. 

 

In confusion I sit with wine, 

my darling why are you are so divine, 

Without you I can barely shine,

shivers crawling up my spine, 

asking the universe to align.

 

The star you say I out to be, 

Can one learn to be completely free? 

I thought the one would be me.

Dreaming keeps me awake, you see, 

You face filled with glee. 

 

Jealousy is not a trait, 

not one to keep you up late, 

wither and dither you into a state, 

where you cannot appreciate, 

and life becomes an endless wait.

 

Think of me please,

In Cafe’s, in a winters chill breeze,

Do not appease,

Think of me,

For no one was sweeter to you, 

or ever will be. 

I let you fly, 

Bon Voyage, goodbye. 

Across the stars and the seas, 

think of me.