I walk in and stare at the display on the wall, not knowing.
I laugh at its’ obscurity, then hear your laughter and stop.
You are standing beside me.
Out of the corner of my eye I see that your beauty has no comparison.
A summer’s day. The day we met.
The excitement begins to well in my stomach.
I want to speak to you, but experience has taught me silence.
The innumerable letters. The uncountable explanations.
I want to reach for you and hold the warmth that my arms once knew.
Our first kiss. Our first dance.
You walk away. My rampant thoughts come to a crashing halt against
the wall of your absence.
Our last farewell. Our parting words.