The Eight Year March Poem by Tamara Turner

It was late November when we first locked eyes.
You had a goofy grin plastered across your face.
I was taken back by your peculiar facial expression
I thought wow what a surprise.
We met at a bar under unusual circumstance.
You were dressed up in a costume while I wore regular clothes.
The only thing that stood out was my leopard coat.
I was nervous but excited so I cleared my throat.
I asked the bar tender for a shot of tequila to ease the nerves.
I text you to come over as I set on the stool and froze.
I thought it's now or never...
Fast forwarding eight years later after my eighth March around the sun.
At least I can look back and say I had fun.
My world no longer revolves around you.
I broke away from your magnetic pull.
When you told me you met someone else my heart shattered.
I didn't realize how fragile our bond was until an old flame reappeared.
Now I feel nothing but humiliation. If it were possible I would just vanish or disappear.
Now you can focus on your job. I can get back to focusing on school.
I will implode like a supernova and be reborn as a new shiny star.