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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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...