Sunday, March 13, 2011

The Bittersweet Nostalgia of You

I remember smiling with you;
Laughing as we shoved ice cream into each others faces.
We watched the setting sun in great amazement; 
I now look back in sorrow at the moment the sun set upon us.


The long days wasted by the pond,
four-wheeling down to the creek to splash and giggle in the sun.
Whispered secrets adorned our ears; 
we always spoke of things no one else understood.


There's that one photograph, you know it.
It's the one of you laughing, smiling down upon me; 
your face alights with the glow of true adoration.
Me, I look into the eyes of the one who loves me.


I make the mistake of believing.

No comments:

Post a Comment