That first perfect day,

Was spent Laying on the soft, green, sun warmed hill,

Gazing out at the soft, clear, blue sky, holding my girl in my arms.

Watching the trees sway as if blown by her steady breath.

The sound of the nearby creek babbling along peacefully.

Like the soft peaceful rise and fall of her chest,

As she sleeps in my arms.

Her hair smelling like springs first perfect flowers.

The smile that stole my heart,

The lips that form the smile,

The kiss those lips give,

The love that kiss brought,

The gentle passion that love gave way to,

They all belong to her,

The only girl I see.

My stomach is churning,

My head is throbbing

The pain is unbearable.

I can’t focus

I can’t think

Suddenly the pain recedes

I feel the soft warm fingers running through my hair

The hand pushing me down

Laying on my side

My head pillowed by a soft lap

The calming whisper of a voice

Telling me ill be ok.

So I sleep

The warmth wrapping around me

The voice calming me

The gentle fingers easing the pain away

I can think

I can focus

The pain is gone and sleep rules.

The vice whispers on and the fingers keep me safe.

There it is again, that small little sound…

I turn and see those eyes…. Those eyes I’ll never forget…

The sound was a question, it takes a moment for me to realize,

I feel stupid as I answer,

beauty so stunning…. How lucky could I be…

I struggle to answer the question as best I can,

Hoping against hope I don’t mess up,

I can’t focus, true beauty is beside me… how can anyone focus….

As questions are traded I feel as lucky as can be, how long can my luck last?

For two days all I do is ask questions…

then finally the question I crave to have answered most is asked…

still my luck holds, or so it seems….

The answer is no…

Then unbidden comes the end of my luck… the answer to the most pivotal question will always be no….

My world is spinning,

But I need to get home.

I’ve been drinking,

But I need to get home.

It’s hard to stay on the road,

But I need to get home.

The kid is dying,

Because I needed to get home.

A life is ruined,

Because I needed to get home.

A family is destroyed,

Because I needed to get home.

A kid won’t know life,

Because I needed to get home.

And all because I thought I needed to get home.