I still remember how you made me feel
on the day that first we met,
how the air seemed to leave the room,
and time paused
as you smiled at me.
I still can feel the too rapid beat
of my heart, as you walked closer,
and the burning flash of revelation
when I knew you were the one,
my one and only one.
My heart still swells
and my eyes still weep
when I think of how you took my hand
and said “yes”, you would be mine,
and my heart nearly stops
when I remember the day
the doctor said,
“We did all we could.”
and I lost you,
forever.
But I still have my memories,
memories of you, of us,
of how I felt, having you in my life.
I wrap them around me,
like a blanket against the cold,
pull them over my head,
and hide, from the pain
and the loneliness.
Time goes by, as it always does,
and my wounds fade
but never heal,
and I’m not sure
that I want them to heal completely.
Without their searing flames
my memories of you
could cool and die,
leaving me defenseless
and alone,
in a world, without you.