One Year

November 1st, 2011

Happy anniversary, Love.

One year.

One year since you first kissed me.

On the Holy Day of Heaven, too;

That’s rather fitting,

Cuz that’s where my heart was.

They say that when you dream of someone,

They went to bed thinking of you.

I don’t know whether or not this is true,

But I do know that you paid me a visit;

My one year anniversary present, if you will.

And that for night, I rested in your arms again,

For one night I relived it all.

How could you be so cruel?

What, show the beggar the baker’s windows?

I was fine, I was okay, I was happy.

And then you stole my heart away.

I don’t care what they say,

This isn’t a classic case of confusion,

It was real when I loved you, and it was real when I lost you.

My tears were real and my pain is real.

In my dream, you left me for the same other woman,

Only this time, to my face she bragged my insufficiency.

But in my dream you were mine, if only for a moment.

For one night I was allowed to love you again as I love you still.

Such bitter love had never tasted so sweet.

 

Sorrow may evaporate in the sun as the dewfall,

But like the rain,

It always hangs in the night sky,

Ready to pound upon windowpanes.