Her name...

Her name starts with a “J” and ends with an “E”
For some reason, this girl means the world to me

I care about this girl more than she could possibly see
Come to think about it, I actually carved our initials into a tree.

We got together when we were both very young,
And now that I look back on it, I think it was pretty dumb.

We were both young and rushed into things we probably shouldn’t have done,
But I think about these things, and they sure were fun.

We got in a couple fights and I regret them all,
But I had time to learn from them, all through summer and fall

I look back on times I would love to re-live,
Like camping, fishing, and when she was in the mood to give.

I don’t mean for this poem to be funny, the situation is pretty serious
But the mere thought of it all, makes me a little delirious.

Not in a bad way, I always speak for the good,
But from my position, I don’t think I should
If I thought it was a good idea, Then I probably would.

Now I’m in a situation I never thought I would be in,
When I think about what I did to her, thought itself turns to sin.

I’m trying to rebuild and construct what we used to own,
But it’s so farfetched, we can only talk about it on the phone.

On one side of the room I see a wonderful future,
While on the other side I see a horrific past.
Yet I stand in the middle, where the present is moving way too fast.