I cried when I met you.
I cried cause I knew,
I met you at the wrong time.
Neither of us were ready for what ensued.
I knew you and I wanted you-
But I couldn’t keep you.
Your type of love, so foreign to me,
So out of season, so out of place.
Like needles on a maple tree.
Like spring flowers in December.
Like autumn leaves in the summer.
The month of April is National Poetry Month. The challenge? 30 poems in 30 days. Want to join in? Simply add the tag, national-poetry-month. 🙂