The One... Poem by George French

With or without you,
The show will always go on,
As we coast down the highway called life,
Time stops for none.

Too dark to see ahead.
The road seems bleak.
Whenever you come to mind,
My knees will always get weak.

Used to describe you,
Merely, as 'The one.'
Left, like a starfish,
To dry up in the sun.

The walls are closing in on me,
Just trapped in this cell.
For no other reason,
Than love, for I fell.

A killer in the dark,
It catches you by surprise.
Never thought it would be you,
That led to my demise.

Like an inside man,
You worked your way into my heart,
Only to strip it,
And rip it, apart.

I can't put it together.
Where did it go wrong?
When did your feelings change? ..
...Mine are still going strong.

Yet until that day comes,
When you finally see,
That I'd give it all up,
For you to be with me.

I'll always be here,
Just a phone call away,
Dying little by little,
Waiting for that day.