The One Who Stayed
Then she appeared, like morning’s glow,
Through pixel-light our truths would flow.
I swore that love was just a game,
She held my doubts without the shame.
A year we spoke in midnight streams,
Trading hope through fragile dreams.
I gathered courage, soft but true,
“To keep in touch—could that be you?”
Two weeks passed, the silence thin,
Then at 2 a.m., she pulled me in.
We waited years for love’s first spark,
It found me ill, yet warmed my heart.
Thanksgiving night, alone in bed,
Her words, the feast I had instead.
“You’re my girlfriend,” she slyly said,
I teased, “Since when? You’ve not asked yet.”
Her laugh came through like summer air,
“I’m asking now—if you dare.”
Two thousand sixteen marked the start,
Seven days to claim my heart.
Kisses whispered, shadows fled,
We spoke our love in what we said.
The world declared we were all wrong,
But side by side, we both grew strong.
Copyright ©
Sarah Moncada
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