poem 10

I still remember how you looked
the night we first met,
your golden eyes illuminated in the moonbeams.
Something about the way you smiled
made me feel things,
like I was standing at the edge of a dock,
about to dive,
unsure what I would encounter in the depths.
First friends, then lovers,
our memories were made between the hush of the summer’s breeze
and the fog that drifted up from our coffee.
As time passed by,
yours was the face I looked for in a crowd
and the smile I longed for
on lonely days.
We faded,
like autumn leaves;
our love was most beautiful
before it fell apart.
I met you in the moonlight
and lost you in the blinding light of day.
Years have passed,
but I still have your picture on my shelf.

-h.e.m.