After Dark Poetry

Young And Naive

As I’m getting older,

I’m filled with regrets

Is he all that you want?

Is he all that you need?

If it was now,

I’d be there in a hurry.

Love is weird or maybe I am.

For the past few years I’ve been going on dates with somebody new,

Yet they never seem to workout,

Or maybe they just aren’t you.

Being with another,

Yet my heart yearns for you.

Love is mature,

Love is beautiful,

Love is weird.

I always end up having a dream of myself waking up in a house alone by the sea,

Walking up stairs that felt endless to walk upon yet heard voices upstairs,

Of her and I.

Yet I search room by room,

Door by door,

Her laughter begins to fade.

Reaching desperately door by door,

Until I open the door at the end and her laugh fades into the air,

and it was just sea waves.

I travel sea to sea,

Ocean to ocean,

Listening to the ocean waves as they hit the ocean floor.

“It would’ve been nice here, her and I sitting listening to the waves as the moon glistens off of the blue ocean water”.

Yet I travel to the next sea,

Traveling to the next ocean,

Sitting at an empty lifeguard tower listening to the ocean waves crash as the moon glistens above,

Getting a glimpse, a glimpse of us.