The end of a summer, now on her way home
The plane it was crowded, she traveled alone.
What lay before her she couldn’t even surmise
Her youth and her vigor Just darkened her eyes.
Not having forsight and not caring a whit
She let no one guide her nor serve as a sprit.
And that’s when she met him, his way on to school
They exchanged numbers, she thought him a jewel.
Raised in the south, his manners stood out
And he seemed to care what she was all about.
A few months passed, then she got a call
He visited often, then sometime in the fall
He asked for her hand and fear gripped her heart
She couldn’t let it go so she decided to part.
Years have passed by, she’s different by far
Life’s taken it’s turns and sometimes leaves scars
She can’t go back and undo what’s been done
But sometimes she pauses and wonders, how come?
This is a poem in the shape of a ballad