those times when we were alone.
When we were the only ones left
on the streets at night,
walking arm in arm.
The sidewalks guided our footsteps
ever so slowly while we evaded
the headlights of oncoming cars,
like they were coming for us.
how the sun used to kiss
the cheeks of your face right before
the horizon line sank into the moon.
Your eyes stole my innocence
with a lake-like shimmer
and they took it to your grave.
talking for hours,
about absolutely nothing
laughing until it
twisted my stomach into knots.
Honestly I would not trade any of it away.
My Dearest Love,
you are gone.
And my heart keeps asking when
you are coming back, but I know you’re not.
You have left behind a trail of memories,
and I can follow it from the back of my mind
all the way through
the dim lit cobblestone paths of my soul.
They are your essence;
still tugging the corners of my mouth upward.
True, it is a melancholy smile
but it is here non-the-less.
And though you’re now only a
fading cement marker;
lost in the summer’s long grass,
I still bring you flowers,
I still smile at you,
and talk to you like you’re
still holding my hand.