We sat at the melted granite counter
And your hair glowed a reddish-orange
In the light outside of the darkness.

You held my hand and you blew bubbles
As I laughed, as I cried
As you laughed, as you laughed.

I told you I'd misunderstood you,
The playful little spirit hiding
Under the layers that popped that night.

Your eyes, all to meet mine,
Looked up in an inimitable way
From your bubbles, now overflowing
Onto old drawings made by strangers.

You gave me the kind of moment
I can write books about
And poems too.

Thank you so much for holding my hands
That night and every night;
You kept those hands from popping
Like the bubbles did.

Here she was wondering how time flies,
Only yesterday she tried to say it,
Her floral dress, swayed slowly
Our hands clasped, eyes moist,
Heart beating with the loud thuds.
Her eyes had that bright twinkle
The sun couldn't outweigh their brightness,
She swayed back and forth, dancing,
Her eyes spiraled down to her soul,
They were begging for a dance.
It was hard to keep up with her pace,
One had to be quick but not too quick,
Slow but right in time to catch her,
Because she was bound to run away,
Far away from the loud thuds of her heartbeat.
All she wanted was to dance,to her own tune,
without boundaries,Slowly her arms move,
tracing unsaid words as she starts to whisper,
Her brown eyes like a deep dark cave,
Where countless echos lay lost,
Trying to find its way out,
A puddle of water forms in the corner,
Slowly the puddle makes way for a river,
She lets it out believes that its just,
Just a matter of time, it’ll pass,
You try to tell her there’s more to life,
She laughs, the sound, vibrant,
Full of life, full of curiosity, the sound,
Ringing loudly, You fall in love with it,
She tells you she doesn’t want to laugh,
She embraces you for the last time,
Leaving you with the sound of laughter,
Ringing behind her with every thud,
Thud of her heartbeat, footsteps fading,
Everything fades away, time fades away,
Just a while ago the sun shone brightly,
Now its replaced by the shades of dusk,
And for that brief minute, life is beautiful,
The last bright vibrant strand of light,
Before its dark, and there’s absolute void.