When I Found You

A Poem by gabbyhopeharo

It’s a story about how I met someone who I thought was the love of my life but destroyed me. In the form of a poem.

Dearest Eddie,

The time when I found you
I wasn’t looking for anything new
It was the summer of 24 when I walked into you
Standing there uniquely charming with your bright vest and cheeky smile
I ignored you at first didn’t think you were worth while
I can still remember our first conversation
Probably something about how we both like to walk
Or maybe it was just good small talk
Through a message you told me you had your own band
I danced all around, acted like your biggest fan
It was a big disappointment when I didn’t get to say goodbye
But I didn’t mind so much after all you’re a real popular guy
Thankfully the next night you invited me out to a barbecue
You told me to bring my swimsuit because there was a pool too
We walked into the house all the faces were new
The first jump in the cold water felt like a win
Shortly after we traveled to your cousins house just on a whim
We laughed, played good music and danced all night
Watched crazy frog videos that frankly just didn’t sit right
After your trek to Zitios for some menudo in the morning
We decided we should wonder over to the stag drunk and roaring
Five days later I excitedly met you at the town fair
You had some good drinks in the trailer for all of us to share
The very next day I had to travel out of town to Tahoe
But we talked all night and couldn’t wait till tomorrow
It was four days after when we adventured around, about and through downtown
The exact time I fell in love with you was on August nineteenth at sundown
Though as fate would have it tragedy struck soon after
There was betrayal, lies, hurt and no more laughter
After 6 months of standing by your side, finding nothing to be true
That was the end of us and the start of when I lost you

Today just like yesterday and just like tomorrow brings pain and sorrow

I will never again find you

Gabriela Haro

© 2026 gabbyhopeharo

Author's Note

I keep editing this as I remember things or when I can just simply make it sound better. I actually traced back every memory in this poem through pictures to follow a correct timeline.

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JayG

There's a lot to metrical poetry that's not obvious. Small things like the need for stanza breaks, and big ones like prosody, and forcing the line's content to the need to rhyme, rather than choosing words so perfect for the thought that the rhyme seems almost accidental.

There's also the fact that your posted work primarily talks about what's bothering you as you note in your bio. But how many people come to poetry hoping to read a Dismal Damsel poem?

My point? Make it relatable to the reader's life. Don't tell the reader you cried. Give THEM a reason to weep. Make THEM feel and care, not shrug and say, "Uhh...okay" as they turn away.

So, try this:

For metrical poetry, read the excerpt from Stephen Fry's, The Ode Less Traveled, on any bookseller site. It's a brilliant analysis of the flow of language in speech and in poetry.

For prose poetry, Mary Oliver's, A Poetry Handbook is an absolute gem, and a fun read.

Sorry my news isn't better, but given that we'll not address the problem we don't see as being one, I thought you might want to know.

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