It's hard to give a second thought when you walk ahead,
You turn,
The beaming smile and energy excites me,
I jog on to catch up,
We grab hands,
Clutching hold, drawing from the grasp,
I lift you up and swing you round,
The laughter explodes from inside,
Infectious, we fall,
Playfully roll and sigh.
A perfect spot.
There's a castle behind us, and a chasm in front,
Trees bright and vibrant sit longing nestled between us and the sun,
We see it falling from the sky,
A great blaze of fury, anger and still somehow tranquil and calm,
You cuddle up to me and i pull the blanket over your shoulders,
The soft weave tugs on my stubble,
I really should shave, my mind starts to wander,
Snapped back by a sharp kiss on the lips,
A cheeky playful bite,
I follow your gaze to the hilltop
Through the trees
As the sun settles hazily beyond the horizon,
The heat dissipates from the air,
It's getting cold.
So you scramble to get up from my chest,
to turn and take his hand,
I call your name, to no reply,
Soulless and broken i stare into the dark,
As white falls from the sky to coat the ground,
Lay back down and let the ice take you.
The sun will come up soon.
This is a poem quite literally about a place i used to go with my ex-girlfriend. But more so about relationships in general. As you move from the honeymoon stage, where everything is new, exciting and feels like a game. Where nothing can go wrong and everything just seems right and fun. To the tranquil stage where things have died down, you can imagine yourself living in this place, where everything is happy. Relaxing, theres a deep understanding of each other. Then the end, when shes gone, and theres the cold. As if the sun has set out of your life, theres no light or joy or happiness. But an almost bitter contentment that at least you had her for a while.