On narrative poetry: Once There Was You and Me

Once there was you and me

and the world watched us grow.

Once there was us,

unending, for all we know.

Once there was you

with your silly laughters

and constant japes and fits

and mood swings and jitters.

Once there was you

who sat beside me and said,

"I think I'm in love,"

with all smiles but me in dread.

I asked, "Who's the lucky guy?"

and you smiled like never before.

I asked but didn't want to hear a name

for such a wretched word will hurt me more.

I felt sad and jealous,

my left eye kept on twitching;

sweat beads falling furious

at the thought of you and him kissing.

Then you held my hand;

leaned your head against my shoulder.

then a deep sigh, and came words so few,

"It's you. It has always been you."

Once there was us

with love young and tender.

Once there was such a love

that we thought meant forever.

Once there was a night damp and cold,

I held your hand and saw you crying.

Once there was a night of tears,

I let loose of your hand and saw you leaving.

Once, yes, I remembered,

once there was you and me.

Once there was such a love

meant to last for eternity.

Once was forever.

Once was eternity.

Once, it froze.

Once was a memory.