Tell Me

Tell me about the day you met him. Was the day beautiful, was the sun in its right place, so that it could easily illuminate the two of you perfectly? Did his good looks stun you? Did you think then and there, that you wanted him in every imaginable way? Did the moment open up like a welcoming door, did you, without a thought, walk through it into his arms? How was it? I don't blame that perfect day, the sun, the light, the kismet of that moment, not you, I or him, but tell me, when, hand in hand you strolled away with that man, did your perfect day shift abruptly into darkness and pain, or was that just me - as a gray tomorrow gazed into my eyes?