White Lilles

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Do you remember the best of days,

when you'd be sitting on the dock

or wherever, wading by the waves

with your special someone, your heart in a lock,

your breath in your throat? Oh, I do.

When we were young,

my amazing wife and I,

before she was my wife, that I won

over miracurously, would drive in my

car to the ocean nearby and watch the sunset.

I loved those days the most,

when we would have some fun

or play on the coast.

But, of course, we grew some

years older.

Though, there is one

particular day I remember more

than any other. I would come

from grocery shopping, my mind sore,

so we would always go for a walk.

So here we were,

walking on the sidewalk,

hand in hand, me teasing her

while we smiled and talked.

Saterday mornings were always the best.

At one particular crosswalk I

must have been a little too

teasing, since she playfully hit me on the fly,

so I stepped back onto

the street, since I saw I could go.

She laughed a little longer while

I continued to walk back and to the

other side of the street. But then he smile

faded and I noticed that she

looked rather pale.

I stood there, by the curb of the street

confused, even more so

when she started running to come meet

me, but strange, now that I look back, she was slow,

running so slow compared to my racing heart afterward.

The moment passed by

in a blur: a white, foggy, quick

blur that could put a sigh

in my mouth and make my stomach sick.

Especially now...very much so.

Nowadays, we still go walking at

the beach, but it's rather

lonely and empty, more so when with my cat,

out cat, that we loved to lather

with warm water (though he doesn't like it).

Yet, my wife, whom I love

more than any other woman and will

always and only love, my dove,

whom I used to be able to kiss, can only fill

and adorn her with her favorite flowers.

The strangest this is

I remember her soft hands

pushing me away from his,

the devil's, speeding car and

it was the cruelest thing she had ever done to me.

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