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.