Last Day. New Beginning.

I promised never to write a poem about your because it would take too much energy out of me.

Well I refute that statement and have decided to leave my anger, discontent, and willingness to hate in 2009.

And though you may never read this, just the simple fact that it is floating in this universe completes its purpose.

Before I was born,

I met you.

Through the same heart you use to call your love,

Mama

Has spoken highly of you.

The irony that forms between her lips and mine

form two parts of the universe;

Me

One side has carried me through my lifetime

The other is the one that I am afraid to meet.

At Two,

I asked for you.

Mama told me you were in a battle with life, but still fighting

The hopes of seeing me was the only thing that kept you going.

You sent letters so that I wouldn't miss you as much.

I got use to your words.

At Five,

Still no you

Fewer letters

But my hope was still there.

At Eight,

I had learn how to forget about you,

But still dreaming of the day

When I got off the school bus only to be face to face

With Mama's better half.

At Twelve,

I was angry with you.

The letters stopped and so did the calls.

You had forgotten about me.

And I had no intentions of refreshing your memory.

At Sixteen,

I found myself in a difficult spot.

Wanting to know who that reflection was in the mirror,

I thought it was Mama,

But she carried me to a dead end.

Mistaken Identity;

Said it wasn't her, but you.

Said that, yes I had her gap, eyes, and nose,

But that my demeanor was you all over again.

I didn't know if that made her miss you or not.

I tried to change,

but its hard to alter the universe,

especially the shape of the moon

Before Crescent.

19 and now I understand.

I'm ready to forgive you and the man you thought you were.

No hostility, just reality.

You are the man that help created me and I must accept the fact that

Running was easier for you, like it is for most.

But I promise never to be hateful towards you.

And no matter how many time you slap my hand away,

I will always continue to reach out.

Because Mama has taught me to be the person you aren't.

The giver with an expectation of

Nothing

Nada,

Not even a "hello".
She has loved me enough for this lifetime and beyond.

As for now,

I put our future in your hands.

When your ready to complete my circle.

Just give me a buzz.

The number is still the same.