The Lady Of My Dreams

I will now be using this blog to post my poetry. Some of it will be fictional and some will be autobiographical. Hopefully everyone will enjoy it and no one will be offended by it. Here's my first poem:


THE LADY OF MY DREAMS
There she was, looking just the same as she did the last time I touched her. But I never touched her, it was all in my imagination. This is not a Barry Manilow song, it's reality, a sad reality of underachieving and broken dreams, and wasted time and talent. I feel like Rip Van Winkle, I slept for 20 years, while the rest of my brilliant classmates received their degrees and started careers and most of them got married and had children and have lives to be proud of, as they face being in their 40s and 25 years since Stuy, and their hair turning grey. I face that too, but I also face what could have been, what might have been, and it haunts me. You know what else haunts me, the lady of my dreams. The lady of my dreams is one of them. She walked down the same halls as me, she got her degree and has a great career. She got married and had a kid and has a life to be proud of. I've seen her and run into her and have probably scared her a bit. At Starbucks, and her block, and my block, and seemingly everywhere in 10009. She probably wonders what went wrong with me, if I'm just a creepy stalker, why I'm not a success like her. I wouldn't know what to say if she asked me that question. I couldn't explain it, I would just be in a daze that she would be asking me anything. I'm not in her league now, not even close. I don't know if I ever was. I've had a thing for her for 2/3rds of my life, a crush, a wild obsession, since freshman year, since 1983. I forgot about her for about 15 years, but Facebook brought her back, better than ever, back to my dreams, but for me it's a nightmare. I must try to forget her, even though I live near her. I mean her, and everyone else on earth, no harm whatsoever. I admire her, and respect her, and adore her. I always will. This poem is over, but  she will always be, the lady of my dreams, though she may never be, in my reality.