Dark skinned, chiseled face and daring eyes,
he was another word for alluring.
love at first sight, I must claim.
After two years of stalking him on Facebook,
I decided to make the bold step.
Within two minutes he replied to my “Hello” text,
I was out of this planet.
We had so much in common, we had interest in each other.
A date was fixed but he never showed up.
Sent him lots of text, video called but no response.
I was left on read.
I felt stupid and played. I should have known better.
It hurts like hell when you put yourself out there and get your feelings crushed.
A month later I was over him, and he no longer crossed my mind,
I was done with the feelings.
Two months later, I came across his picture, I ignored it.
Came across it several times posted by different people, I decided to read the captions.
The words broke me, he was dead.
Turned out he was battling a deadly illness before we got talking and was admitted a day before our date.
I was torn to shreds, not because of his death but the heartless messages I had sent to him,
cursed him not knowing he was ill.
If I turn back time , I would erase those and replace it with sweet words.
But I can’t and it’s late.