The Day I Died
I met you
on that
warm
summer
evening, and knew in an instant
that we were meant to be. Your
smile lit the twilight shaming
the moon,
as our
laughter
filled the
warm breeze.
I remember our
first kiss in the moonlight, so
hesitant and real. The taste of your
gentle sweet lips, leaving me yearning for
more. We spent each precious moment of
your vacation together, you visiting me while
I worked, and long walks on the beach at
day's end. The soft sand cool and alive, as
with each step, we left fading reminders
of every passing moment, and the waves
tickled our ankles in never ending games
of tag. Our fingers entwined in romantic
intention, both of us lost in our world of
dreams, hope for the future and desire for one another.
Our only thoughts as each day pressed on were of each other.
For three beautiful, care filled summers we spent our days together,
but in between were the lonely winters, cold and without you. I went
to see you one fall, but you seemed hesitant to be with me.
I didn't understand. I reread each letter you sent with
thoughts that I had done something
wrong. You never gave me one clue,
each note ending with, "Love Forever."
We still talked on the phone before
we went to sleep and you would tell
me how you missed me, but I could
tell things had changed between us.
The last summer we spent together you seemed
to be somewhere else. Your kisses were few
and seemed indifferent, ice on a summer
day. I knew our time together was
ending and, sweet, our dreams
were fading away.
you called me
on the day
you left
and
told me
you were engaged to someone
else. I heard your pain with
each sound you uttered on
the
sweltering
sunny
tearful
day
I died.
02/10/16
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