Soda Cans & Cedar Trees - A Poem

Forelsket - the euphoria attuned when you fall in love foremost

He was an ordinary height

A full moon away to turn a teenager 

Chestnut fuzz that mainly takes up his face

Hidden under an argentine pullover 

That scared the werewolves away 

Faster than the urban nymphs 

At the peach colored house 

In Front of the academia 

We came up with a game

Once we were done with Canada Dries and MUG root beer 

We were to crumble the cans in half 

Using brown twine from Michael's 

Tie the pop-tops and attach it to his tree 

In his front yard, there were different kinds of Cedar trees 

Three barely developed spanish cedars

Two ingrowing eastern whites

But the one he claimed was the developed Lebanon 

With our initials carved using his older sister's dagger

A.J + C.C in a medical heart shape

I knew his favorite kind of book genre 

Before I knew his birthday

Who even reads classic literature at twelve?

He invited me to his house 

Before we had a chance to meet his other friends

Is this the kind of romance they talk about in books? 

I beg to differ

He made me believe in standards 

Picking apart flaws like stars

For the astrologists have reason that 

Your zodiac sign is a part of you 

Two immature Aquarians 

Ignoring the romantic feelings that were requite 

A new chapter of our lives unfolded 

Two more crushed soda cans attached to the cedar tree 

His back was turned at graduation 

He finally wore color

And yet he refused to say goodbye