cry with me

"cry with me"

cry with me, please

come over, sit, and watch in silence

as i lament my lover i had to leave

my lover who swept me off my damn feet

when i wasnt even trying to fall

the one who stole my heart in an hour

who lit a candle and kissed my lips

who laid me down and loved my soul

and kept me warm with the heat of his flesh

my lover

who smiled and attempted to pronounce my name

who thanked me for being there

and played music of his homeland

who gave me his everything and stared me down

mesmerized by me being me, and i likewise him

and said again, thank you for coming here

cry with me again, please

cause i'm missing him again today

and i know we cried yesterday

but today is another day

and i'm missin' my man, again.

Now, I didn't write those beautiful words. The real author who did, granted permission to post it. When he sent me this, I swear tears started flowing. Coming from him, it was a deep, deep glimpse into his soul. Now my brother isn't heartless, but I know he's not as emotive as I am. He ain't on Love's conquest like I am. Yet these simple scrawled words sent touch a place in my understanding of him. I ain't about me, make no mistake. I know who it's about and my prayer is my friend can be reunited with his "le bel homme de Chocolat De Paris."

So what do you guys think of this poem? My buddy wants honest feedback. And while I'm no poet laureate myself, I thought it was well written. I'm curious what y'all thought too.

-Ian