Forlorn for Lauren

… and so forever, I find myself forlorn for Lauren

… and before, the gold had always been there

in my pockets, unchecked

… and before, her beauty had always been there

before my eyes, looked past

… and before, the songbirds had always sung there

outside my window, blinds shut

… and so, as if sentenced for the crime of blindness,

I am left not only grieving the loss

of what I knew I had, a friend,

a loss shared by all else that knew her,

but, as punishment, I am made to recognize,

to admit to myself, to open my eyes;

with blinders removed, I now realize

the value of gazing in her eyes;

what should have been, but I denied

… and so forever, I remain forlorn for Lauren.