Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Teenage Love and Tragedy

We met during a high school play,

My Romeo, his Juliet.

Afterwards, a couple we'd stay.

So possessive, he'd get upset,

Not enough my attention be

Given him, making him so sad.

He expected much more from me.

I broke up, he made me so mad.

One day he called and begged me to

Meet him, I said yes, but instead

Went shopping, he and I were through.

They found him in the garage, dead.

Long I wondered if he thought I'm

Coming, so would find him in time.