The last kiss is always the hardest,
lips barely moving together
but once they touch, it lasts no longer
than forgetfulness.
She was captivated by the architecture of my elbow
firmly placed around her shoulder.
Then the darkness, lowering and lowering,
until our daytime visions
dissolved into dreams.
It was heavenly, but I had to do
what I had to do.
I handed her the letter.
A letter because I was strong enough
to start a relationship
but not man enough to break out.
She unlaced it,
fold flowing out of fold.
She read it!!!
In the time it took to sink in
she had a dozen questions.
I replied with an answer that gave
no answer.
Our eternal happiness now eternally gone,
darkness will be the point from which we start.
L.C. Hughley, age 17
