In The End

In The End

I don't know where to begin...

Maybe it is with the same song

that played over and over

as I fell down the crumbling staircase

The memory of your eyes

arms unreaching

from a distance the laughter echoed

rising above the music

slowly fading into the dust

You had chosen the dress that I wore

Tying the laces so tight that with each breath

I was reminded of your mouth on mine

Tracing my body with your fingertips

as if you were drawing me on canvas

never to forget each stroke

and it was my dream where it began

never afraid for you to know

that I loved you

Angela Minard 2012©