Poem to Secret Girl  (you would know who you are) It has been so many Years since I last saw You. But you still pop up now And then into my Head and It's like little Cinematic Reels Projecting Images Inside my Eyes And Memories Down my Spine As I remember All the passion I had for you. Dreams of the Future That never happened. It all began when You sent your Best friend over To me in class To tell me That you liked Me. I didn't even Know who you were. But when I found Out I was so happy As the other guys Giggled and told me I was lucky. It was Junior high school. And our being "together" Didn't last too long. Because you Dumped me For another guy. But I never got you Out of my head. And the teenage Years got by And we got very Close anyway. We talked And laughed And wrote each Other silly Notes. I helped you Cheat on tests By giving you The answers you Didn't know. It thrilled me. Nobody knew Except you And me. I sat behind you Always in class And loved staring At you. Imagining All the things I Wished I could Do with you. I visited you At your house. I gave you little Gifts you Said you loved. But you were Always with someone Else. And it was painful Not to be yours. Eventually our last Day of High School Passed and we Went our different Ways. Different Universities. But you still Where my passion. You flowed in my blood. I plotted of one day Getting you back. One summer I Called out of the nowhere, not Having spoken to you Since graduation. You seemed happy To hear from Me and I Came over your House. We talked For hours And as I left I realized We would never Be together. Not because I Didn't want it. But I just knew In my bones It was gone. All hopes lost. As I drove away Down your long Driveway in The woods My throat Choked up In agony at The realization That not all dreams Come true. Something died in me That night. I felt like a Hangover Of Despair. I brooded And Slowly I accepted it all. I had other Girls. Crushes. Even found the Absolute love of My life. But I still look back At times and wonder What happened to you? I truly do not know. I never tried to find out. You existed like a ghost. But I knew you were Alive. I sometimes wish we Could talk again. But then I feel frightened By it all. I've felt like dialing your Number Or writing a letter But I never picked up the Phone Or Pen. Perhaps it's best to let it All go. Wait for another life. Another realm. But I always have doubts. And I think of what you might Have become. And I ask myself with a smile The question I know Really hit you When I wrote it in a Secret note I gave you When we were 17. "Are you still a perpetual melancholiac?" I don't know the answer. But in so many ways I wish I could. I'll never forget you. I breathe you still.