Sunday, May 22, 2011

How Things Used to Be

Remember the time,
in the middle of spring
when we lie next to each other,
my head on your chest,
your heart beating in my ear.

Your fingertips grazed

strands of my golden hair,
gently brushing them away.

Our chests moved together,

rising
falling
with each calming breath.

Your rough skin felt like satin

against my bare arms.

Remember how my eyes gleamed

with crystal tears,
how I lifted myself to look
into your eyes as I said
"I love you"
for the first time.

Remember how you smiled

as your hand reached for mine.

I touched your face

and smiled back,
the perfect moment.

Please,

try to remember
how you loved me too.

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