Dark, smoky clouds obscure each mountains’ tip,
the surrounding trees creating a perfect frame from where I sit.
A light breeze stirs the grass, and my attention is drawn.
This place is filled with memories of you:
your laughter,
your smile,
your voice whispering in my ear.
On rainy days,
I can feel your hand in mine,
I can hear your promising that we’ll be together someday,
and that we’ll see each other again.
When I sit by the fire every night,
I remember the way the flames danced in your eyes,
the way we’d forget everyone around us,
with no interest in anyone but each other/
A tear escapes and rolls down my face,
and I don’t bother to try and stop them as they continue to fall,
letting the silent sobs shake through me.
I think about the life we could have,
the moments we might someday share.
Between you and my mind,
there is nothing,
but between you and I,
an ocean.
A day doesn’t pass that you aren’t on my mind,
so all I can do is believe your promise,
and trust that our time will come.