David's Poem

His name was David

Walmart cashier

We met at a gay bar in my hometown

An hour from his house

We never hooked up

But I wanted to

We never had small talk

His face lit up when he saw me

When I posed personal questions

I lit up at his answers

And brown eyes & shy smiles

Then he would ask me something

Embarrassed I responded honestly

We only saw each other a few years

A half dozen times a year

We spoke to each other at the bar

I tried to seduce him

With my construction body

With verbal skills focused on romance

I regret not writing him a poem

He could take home to cherish 

No doubt he felt it too

But something was holding him back

He couldn't say what it was

I switched into friend mode

I watched other guys break his heart

Maybe I wasn't attractive enough

Maybe he didn't feel worthy of my love 

Too afraid of the past repeating 

Why he wouldn't give me a chance 

On this topic small talk prevailed

I watched him decline

Medication for depression

I could clearly see bipolar

I called it high-strung 

I wanted to save him

But he wouldn't let me try

He moved away 

I hope You found love & peace

David

This memory is of You

In this moment I miss You.