Who did you love?
A fragment of a dream,
Whose name comes only in slurred syllables
And one too many shots of tequila.
He was fire and easy laughs,
With fingers that grazed trails down my arm
Which you can still see.

What did you love about him?
His eyes.
I found myself creating words
Just to describe the new colors I found in them.
And every time they met mine,
I found myself thinking:
"If this is what burning feels like,  then I wouldn't mind an eternity in flames."

Why did you love him?
I loved him because the summer in his skin
Made the winter in my tired bones thaw.
Under him,
The barren garden within my chest bloomed
And the frost on my eyelashes melted,
Allowing my eyes to open and see a world bursting with color
When all I used to know was darkness.

When did you love him?
In the final rains of spring and the early beginnings of summer.
When the weather was cool and dry,
And the breezes flirted with our hair.
The sun turned his hair copper
And his skin to gold.
I was just a girl with a flower in her hair,
Enchanted by his silver laugh,
Wishing on a dandelion
That we would meet again.

Where did it end?
The same place where it began.
I lost him to a girl with lapis eyes and silk for hair,
A bitter feeling.
How could I cry over the loss of something
I never even had to begin with?
I was his to have
And he wasn't mine to touch.