Let's go back,
before the ice cream
melted in between your fingers,
before the teaspoons
were left *****
in the kitchen sink,
before the plants
you put in the soil
died in the winter,
before the boxed wine
we drank in one sitting,
before the screaming
and crying in the shower,
before I pulled the Tower
and the **** thing fell
on your head,
before the written rhyme,
before time got bored
and ****** off,
before fantasies and lingerie,
before d-day,
before the witches burning,
before my soul left hurting,
before the ancients stopped talking,
before being left alone.
There were cups
of tea to be shared,
there were lavender buds
to be picked,
there were slow dances
in the hallway
while I sang in your ear,
there were odes of love
and honesty,
there were dreams
of getting married in Ireland
under a fairy tree
with the ribbons swishing
our wedding march.
But then there were fears
and then there were tears
and then,
nothing.