I Remember

I remember the stars were out that night.
Lighting up the darkness,
That wrapped around us.
Your hand reached over to mine.
And we sat in silence.
The tension hung thickly in the air,
Between us.

Your head was tilted back,
And your eyes were closed.
I wondered where your mind had gone.
Where had it taken you.

But I knew.

Deep in the recesses of my mind,
I knew.
The words that hadn’t yet been spoken.
The conversation not yet had.

I knew.

The night sounds were our soundtrack.
It was eerie and macabre.
The chilly air swept across my body,
Leaving goosebumps in its wake.
The crickets sang and
I remember the noise of the distant train barreling down the tracks.

It seemed fitting for what would soon take place.

You opened your eyes, sighed and
Looked over at me.
You took my face into your hands,
And left the smallest of kisses
On both of my cheeks.

We sat there in silence for a bit more.
I wanted that moment to last forever.
Because I knew you were about to
Change it all,
In an instant.

It hurt.
Because I knew.
It hurt.
Because it was right.
But my heart split open that night;
Ripped from the very center of me.
And the tears flowed like blood
From a vicious wound.

But like all wounds,
I healed.
I persevered.
I lived on.

I loved you once.
Every bit of you.
And nothing,
Not even the nightmares,
Could take that away.

My Villain.
My Angel.
My Trickster.
My Daemon.

You are the perfect part of me.
The one I choose to never forget.

~KVP
Art: Skull Heads (Gerrel Saunders)

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Published by Kim V Poetry

I've always had a passion for writing. In this crazy world that we live in, I find my solace in made up words and make believe stories. Let's escape into the void and forget about it all just for a moment or two.

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