White Cars

It's so ironic how after heartbreak, a simple everyday item turns into the things that makes you fall apart,

And it doesn't take much for every little thing to remind me of you, even though you were the one who broke my heart.

Two years ago, I used to get so excited to see that little white car always pulling into the same parking spot,

Because I knew that even when that Summer was done, you were going to be in my life, but it is hard to look back and realize that all that was just a hopeless thought.

Now, whenever I go for a walk, I see the same white cars drive past me all of the time,

And no matter how hard I try, and still have that thought of you driving that car being on my mind.

The same object that used to bring me joy everyday is now the same item that brings tears to my eyes,

And everytime I think about how happy that Summer made me, a little piece of me slowly starts to die.

I convince myself that not everything has to be about you, but I know that deep down this is all a lie,

Because everything does remind me of you, no matter how hard I seem to try.

I play cards with my kids, and it reminds me of one of my favorite memories that the two of us had together,

And I sit there wondering if I am always going to feel like this, and maybe there is no hipe of getting better.

I always wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you,

But I need to remind myself that we would still be talking if that were true.

You respond to me sometimes, and I know that I am not a priority because if I was, you wouldn't treat me like this,

And during the day, I can convince myself to keep it together, but I close my eyes at night and still imagine us having that first kiss.

I broke so many of my own rules for you, and that is something that I would never typically do,

But we all have that one person that will always be in our hearts, and I know that my one true love will always be you.

Part of me still wants to believe that it is you driving in those white cars that I see,

And I still wish that you would come over and start a conversation with me.

I need to remember that the chances of that happening are rare since you don't even live in our town anymore,

And I come home and cry as I sit on my bedroom floor.

It's coming on two years since the last time that I saw you, and I know I probably never will again,

And I still wish I could go back and relive the happiest days of my life, and remember how things were back then.

I have come to realize that I never will be the same again, because that part of me is long overdue,

And as much as I try, everyone and everything in my life will always come back to you. 




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Julian Favretto

WHITE CARS :  A lovely poem about a first love and the first kiss .  So many of every age can relate to these feelings of excitement when the special person came into our lives .  The memories that relationship created are cherished for a lifetime.  Lauren bares her heart in this poem .   We can feel the sadness in her words and we all empathize   A great, great poem.  JF

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