Aqua Marine

Oh my dearest, you know I miss a lot of things that only you brought me. 

I miss the way the sun shone through the back window as we sang radio songs at the top of our lungs and annoyed your friend driving senseless and the way you used to meow when you were half asleep and wanted to cuddle. The smell of the ocean air intoxicating me was always nice as well as the sound of the improper beeps and your heartbeat to lull me to sleep on that god awful goverment standard matress. Those nights were the best. The nights where "just try it" usually meant that I really would like it and I would smile so hard my face would hurt. The kisses you gave me melted my clothes off and your hand holding mine felt like the warmest ray of sunshine in the world was beating down solely on my heart. It made me all fuzzy inside. I felt so alive. 

I know that we wouldn't work now and that's just fine with me. Being your friend is more than enough to suffice. You obviously weren't ready for anything serious, even though with you it was all I ever wanted. You gave me my first taste of adventure, of sushi, and of freedom. 

There are so many things I've learned and gained from knowing you. I just wanted to thank you for giving me some of the happiest times of my life. The times I'll miss, and the times I'll never forget, all come down to you. 

You're amazing and I still adore you, but have the common sense to no longer try. 

I hope your day every day is as great as the ones you gave me. 

You deserve nothing less. 

Reviews

[K.C. Zbryk]

Touching and beautiful. Sometimes the hardest things to accept come with some of the most beautiful memories. Its a strange duality, that all of life seems to adopt at one time or another and you captered it in all of its devinity. Even if it was not meant to be it molded you as a person and inspired this incredable write. The ending was very heartfelt, nearly sagelike.

[Chris]

"Dear John,"

by any other name a "rose" is always a "rose"...

[Poeticpiers]

a well written piece of prose. recalling the past and accepting that things have changed.But why do you call it poetry?The ability to write good prose is something to be proud of.