| Poet/Author

When I meet you, I hope I'm not too old

for you.

I was planning on letting you get to know me,

while I'm still pretty, so you can love

me, too--

Before

I have to go away.

I wish that I could stay

with you

until my hair begins to gray, or

simply falls away, and leaves

nothing but you...

 

But I know these decrepit-cies will

surely happen to me, before

they do

to you.

And, how can I expect you to

stand beside me, as I'm dying,

if it's not exactly what you always knew

--your whole life--

you would do?

 

And if you're chasing me, I'm wondering if I'm too fast

for you.

I've been working at a way to get to love me,

while I still fit in these jeans, and need

no tee--

I know,

I'm probably drinking.

And I know what you'll be

thinking:

"He prob'ly won't remember me, or he'll

end up being like this for

eternity..."

 

But, I'm just steadily dealing with

these things happening to me, before

I'm there

with you.

And I'm hoping that I just bump into you.

And I'm crying, as the mirrors keep trying

to distract me from the simple truth:

I should look

for you, too.

 

And, so it goes, that all these things we know: they fol-

low through.

Trying to forget them doesn't make us happy;

They keep reoccurring, proving that

they're true--

They do

the things that true things do.

So, hopefully you're, too,

learning,

before we make our grand debut-- I

don't want to argue with you

about a thing.

 

'Cause, at this rate, you'll probably be

spending little days with me, before

our time

is through.

And, I just need a guarantee that you

are gonna stand beside me, as I'm dying,

just because it's always what you

planned to do...

Because, you wanted to.

 

 © 7/2013 Koda Gallegos, All Rights Reserved

Reviews for When I Meet You

 

• Posted by (user) M. R. Kenney on Writing.com - 3/27/2015

"Koda, I'm not into poetry but I liked this. There is an obvious personal quality to this that makes the reader want to know more about the author, or the character that the author is writing as. I also didn't find the poem to be clearly hemmed in as a gay/lesbian piece. This could just as easily be read as an older man writing to a younger woman. That winter is fast approaching and true love is being questioned is what comes through.

'I've been working at a way to get to love me,
while I still fit in these jeans, and need no tee;'
If I'm reading this correctly I like the tension created in what I see as a juxtaposition; wanting to learn how to love oneself while at the same time thinking that love comes from how one looks.

'They keep reoccurring, proving that they're true;
they do the things that True Things do...'
Nicely said in an almost Suessian way.  [Thumbs up icon]

Thanks for sharing!"