Memories

by ACB - Scorpio

MEMORIES...



I remember the day I met you.
        The subtle way you ran your fingers through your hair.
        The way you gazed into my eyes.
        The suave way you approached me.

I remember our first date.
        The gentle way you brushed the hair out of my face.
        The ease with which my fingers slipped through yours.
        The way the candlelight danced on your face, and shadows
            covered your eyes.

I remember our sixth-month anniversary.
        The way you accidentally locked your keys in the car.
        The way you kissed me, so full of love.
        The way those beautiful roses smelled.

I remember the day you proposed.
        The way you traditionally knelt on one knee.
        The way you carefully slid the beautiful ring on my finger.
        The romantic way you kissed my hand.

I remember our wedding day.
        The beautiful colors and decorations that surrounded the
            chapel.
        The vows that were sealed with a kiss.
        The rice that was fed to a sea of hair and fabric.

I remember the birth of our first-born.
        The way you stayed by my side through it all.
        The noise she made when she gasped her first breath of air.
        The way the doctor placed her in our arms, in your arms.

I remember her fourth birthday.
        The way you were late, because you stood in line for two
            hours to buy her a Malibu Barbie.
        The way you lovingly helped her blow out her birthday candles.

And now, I remember last night.
        The loud sound of the gun.
        The way you fell into my arms, as pain ripped through your
            chest.
        The way you whispered “I love you” as you lay, bleeding to
            death, in my arms.

Then you were gone...  forever.

I love you too!  Don’t leave me.....
You have a wife, a daughter; a life worth living!



I remember the service.
        The crying masses, the faceless crowd.
        The usual "I’m sorry"s, and "If you need me...", but they
            don’t understand.
        The paleness of your skin, and the cold I feel when I kiss
            you goodbye.

Me,
The weeping widow,
Adorned in black,
Blood flowing from my eyes.

You,
The victim of another senseless act of violence.

I’ll love you, forever.

Reason for writing:

    Just came to me one day...    

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 2000-07-03 09:36:13
Last updated: 2021-04-14 17:18:11
Poem ID: 56756

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