In retrospect I look back and indulge in the pains and sorrows.
In the smiles and the giggles.
I allow the colors to splatter and drum down on me.
First I see his harsh words during a spell of Poems and Stories.
Catcher in the Rye.
I see
His blue eyes and charming smile.
The childish antics to get my attention, my heart?
Without failure it led to an over whelming bout of emotions. Colors of red and blue start to join in the splattering.
Infatuation grew and memories developed.
In retrospect
I glance at our first kiss.
Our first dance beneath the silk comforts.
Once a place to sit now the check point to our first.
Our first.
Where it all started, the beginning of the end?
Words of promise.
Love.
Could it be?
Lies, maybe.
Yearning for truth. Wanting the lies. He begins to cry, my words slither back and grow dormant once more. By him, many a time it is said and regretted.
But if regretted? Why said?
Confusion flowers, just to die when the word is whispered.
Love.
