Sweet torment.. Selma Kopic

 

We met on the way from home to school,
because of him
I was dressed up every day.
Our eyes would meet
and he would slip away
for me to pass.
I didn't even know his name,
but I kept fantasizing
about his big green eyes.
He was my secret
and no one knew about him,
my first verses are dedicated
to that sweet passer-by.
We were both so insecure and shy.
We met a couple of years later
and saw each other every night.
He would approach me,
greet me,
give me a compliment
and that was it.
We would both be dumbfounded.
That man never found out
that this storyteller
knows how to talk.
The notebook with poems
was getting thicker and thicker
and I kept
everything I wanted to say in it,
but it was never said out loud.
Everyone else already knew
about the tremors of my heart.
My mother used to tell me that
I like "posters"
and it's not very smart.
But love for him marked
my high school days.
Even today I keep the dates
when and how many times
he kissed me,
for birthdays and holidays.
He's gone,
he died a few months ago.
I cried looking at his green eyes.
He knew I loved him,
but he never found out I had a voice.
First love is dumb and painful,
but it's a sweet torment,
which I don't want and cannot forget.