to feel the sun kiss my shoulders,
and to throw my head back when i cry;
to take the band from my wrist
and let you fill me with flowers.
to know I tried my hardest and
to know that it was good enough;
to smell the dirt and feel the trees,
to be moved by Life herself.
to feel the sand underneath my fingernails,
to hear a song and travel the world
on it’s melody; I’d only feel harmonious
with you on my side.
the world became possible
and the fog thins as I stare Death
right in the face; I’m not afraid.
you’re beside me holding
my hand.
Written when I was 14. It's the poem of an old woman who looked back on her life and saw that all the things she felt were only possible with her lover with her, as she and him near the end of their lives. However, feel free to take it how ever you want, as that's the beauty of poems.