Memories of Aspen

twenty six

twenty six

                “i love you,” i told her.

                and aspen nodded.

                “you love me, right?” i asked.

                i needed to hear it;

                to know it.

                she nodded, again.

                i smiled

                and pressed my forehead against hers

                and then lightly pressed my lips to hers.

                come morning,

                i would be long gone.