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