Whip It Out

I took the paper out of an old wooden box
Where there were a few pictures, a poem, and a memory
And, I found a note about you, G!

It was written years ago, after I tried to call
And your mother answered and then ended it all
Faking I was a friend, I knew you still lived there

I desperately had to hear your voice one more time
After I’d heard that you were near death, I had to try
When you left the last time, you brought me a gift

Then you said you couldn’t see me anymore
It was causing you and her to have a giant rift
Respecting that she was there first, I honored you

But, I’m not saying it was easy, you were the first
From the moment you saw me, you asked, who is that cutie
I never looked back, for months you quenched my thirst

You were older, wiser, and quite a handsome guy
I breathed in your smell when you left and saw the last spark in your eye
I agreed, cried, and I slowly retreated

I don’t remember how long I cried about you
Waiting for a call, waiting for you drive in
I surely remember why, G!  You were my first love

So I wrote the note after I hung up; how the cancer had caused you to forget
You said that my voice sounded familiar, and you offered to meet
But, I was sure you were in a bed, on pain pills, and unable to eat

When your mother took the phone screaming, asking if it was me
It was funny at first, because she thought I was someone else
And it was then that I realized how many there were, I was not even a memory

And I wrote the note and how she came between us once again
But, I got to hear your voice one more time
It was well worth the dime

Always a lover, never a fighter, I heard you say
You were my tall, brown-eyed lover, the one that got away
You were my first love, G!

Betty - congratulations on your fine poem with no visible panty lines.
lynan39 - that was damned fine. You came very close to winning.
pretty_normal - that was skilled and heartfelt for your first comp entry.