The Only Girl I Ever Loved

There she was, the new girl
The one everyone was talking about, laughing about
But I never saw anything funny
As I looked to her in admiration for her difference
And the courage to be an individual
Me, the shy one, always stumbling over my words
Fumbling for the right things to say
But I could talk to her, and I did when no one else would
Her voice was itchy like sandpaper
My guess, because she smoked too much
But it suited her
The way the smoke would dance around her pail white skin
And softly stick to her ghostlike lips
Everything she wore was black
Right down to a pair of combat boots
About one size to big
I would always smile when she walked
As we talked about life and love
Until one day she was gone
I found a box by my door with a note that read
“keep my boots for me”
“I noticed how you always looked at them”
“besides they probably fit you better anyway”
“but keep in mind, I will be back for them someday”
And as quickly as she arrived, she was gone
With my heart broken upon this lonely door step
So now you know why I always wear these boots
Because one day
The only girl I ever loved
Will come back for them and for me