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San Antonio Tx
This is a poem I wrote about my first love.
By: Yvonne Garcia
How could I forget that terrible night? You'd still be here is it weren't for our fight. I gave you this flower and said we were through, you stood there and watched me walk away from you. I went home knowing you'd call, for I knew our love wasn't over at all. At 10 pm the phone rang, I answered it and said, " Noel, I am sorry, I love you ", but a man said, " Yvonne, let me speak to your mother not you. " I watched as moms face began to turn white. I knew something wasn't right. Mom hung up the phone and walked towards me with dread. My heart knew, Noel was dead.
" Theres something strange about Noel ", she bagan, " They can't seem to remove some flower from his hand. "
This story is true, an hour after I left his house he left after me. To try and get me back. As he was driving to my home with the carnation I gave him when I said bye, a drunk driver hit him head on and killed him, He had that flower clutched so tight in his hand, they couldnt remove it. He was burried with it, and it stayed fresh for the 4 days until it was put to rest with my ETERNAL LOVE.