Untold

He sits there in his chair,
picking up his old pen,
bringing out his old writting pad,
dust had now settled in the once unresting pages,
his inspiration this time around,
the untold,
the many things he decided to keep from his writting,
for fear of knowing they truly reside somewhere inside him.

She lies there,
in her bed covered with papers,
poems and letters once written by that one who never gave up,
stories and simple jokes,
making her smile and giggle at the thought of his crazy world,
she passes her hand through the "pile" of pages,
and picks up one she hardly remembered.

He comes across a page,
where it seemed that he had written with ink instead of pencil,
he could still read what he had written the last time,
he had seen his inspiration come.

"a friendship like ours will be forever, whether you may still keep this paper of mine or not. I want you to know very well how much it is that i love you and care, i want you to know that i will always be there…"

He cracks a smile at what he had written in that paper,
remembering very well on what terms that came to be.

As her eyes begin to graze upon those lines,
she feels her eyes begin to water with tears,
she brushes it off,
thinking nothing of what she feels,
but continues reading at what lies there written in ink.

" we have had our ups and downs these past few years…we’ve both realized our dreams might be farther than what they had seemed…we have found heartbreak where only love once seemed to be…
our ways have led us far from each others worlds…
and now that friendship we once had seems to be nothing more than whats here written in words."

He continues reading and he laughs at what he had written,
trying to run from the tears that seem to be building,
he begins to sing quietly to himself that song,
their song they said would never let them keep each other away…

" se fue…mi gran amiga gran mujer…"
(She left..That great woman…my dear friend…)

She slowly gets up and walks towards her radio…
She pulls out an old cd she still kept…
in a box where memories remained…
she looks at it, still crying from what she read…
she puts it on and lies again in bed…
that song of theirs begins to play…
as she continues the letter she begins to dread…
that this is as close as she’ll come to her dear old friend.

He rips off the page,
folds it up nice and tight,
he puts it away in that box she gave him that night,
the last time they looked into each others eyes…
and with a kiss and a hug…
they said their goodbyes.