They were gone before
I opened my eyes.
The one with
the chocolate kisses.
Laid on the grass,
Under the stars.
Calling out their names.
Waiting for a shooting star.
Wishing.
They kissed me then.
Dragged a
wisp of my unruly hair
Out of my eyes.
They tasted like
chocolate dreams.
Beautiful.
Real is surreal.
I think, when I awake alone.
Were they even here at all?
I panic.
Rejection flooding my senses.
I see a note on the bedside table.
My stomach drops and my hands
Go cold.
“Be back soon, out getting coffee”.
Relief colors my cheeks.
But their love is what makes me warm.
Kim V. Poetry 