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I am the One...

(we all have been the One sometime)


I am the one…
That calls out of the blue and leaves a message just to see how
You are doing or will send the text message just to let you
Know that you are remembered and that your soul is a gift to
Me and others and that you are not here in vain…

And I am not one of the first people you think of when you wake…

I am the one…
That compliments every outfit when you grace my presence because
Even if I were blinded tomorrow your smile would still uncloud that
Perpetual darkness and your beauty would forever let me know that
God is a wonderful sculptor of minds and lives…

And my missed calls to you are never returned…

I am the one…
That hates to see you cry or see your pride wounded and wants to
Wrap my arms of strength and protection around your spirit until
The sobbing subsides and the sun returns warmth to your bones and
The stars twinkle again in your world…

And I barely get a hello when I see you…

I am the one…
That sends flowers for no reason, yellow daisies or purple asters or
Nature’s brilliant roses or fragrant sunflowers, just to know that
You smiled today because of me and that no matter how you treat me
Tomorrow I can live…knowing that you smiled for me today…

And when you see my friends you never ask how I am doing…

I am the one…
That respected your relationship with that anti-gentleman and
Never judged your choice or asked to replace him even though he left
You at home on the weekends and forgot your birthday and misused
Your heart and never cared that he made you cry…

And you would have a party and not invite me…

I am the one…
That changed that tire and bought that drink and remembered your
Birthday and moved that furniture and gave you a ride to work and
Bought that meal and borrowed that money for you and kept that secret
And helped you study and opened every door and gave you my last…

And you knew I was sick and didn’t send any soup…

I am the one…
That never disrespected your womanhood and always had a word of
Kindness and good cheer whenever you were near and propped you
On that pedestal next to my mother, my sisters, my best friend and
Was content at simply having you as a friend…

And the thought of you and me never crossed your mind…

I am the one…
That thought of you when songs came on the radio and the melodies
Reminded my of your voice when you were excited and the rhythm
Reminded me of your hips when you know you are looking fierce
In those heels and that dress you wore for the world…

And I don’t think you even know what my initials stand for…

I am the one…
That sees your visions and cheers for your accomplishments
And knows how far you could travel and sees how successful you
Could become and cherishes your thought process and the way
You try to be cute when you eat…

And you don’t even know when my birthday is…

I am the one…
That allows you to inspire me to write this poem and grab
This pen and seek that paper to write anything about you
And make the lines special and the words come alive to find you
And let you know I was always the one…

And I know you will never even read this poem…

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