Green-Cushioned Couch

The cabin was lit amidst the foggy sky

late in the evening, no sounds were made.

The rest of the world was down eating supper,

praying to God to bless the meal and the ride home.

Me and the boy I met three years ago

sat down on a wooden, green-cushioned couch.

Our tears shed on a green-cushioned couch.

As we spoke about the memories from so-long ago.

He loved me

in the same way as I loved another.

My past and the haunting memories of what happened since last we spoke,

I shared,

I was open,

yet so closed.

Our tears shed on a green-cushioned couch.

His words, so sad.

His words made sense and the world seemed clear.

We came to this camp to learn about our Christianity,

I learned so much more.

The words he spoke,

he spoke of sadness but of comfort.

It made me break,

shatter the last bits of my childhood,

crumble my anxiety,

make my world fall apart in only a sentence or less.

Our tears shed on a green-cushioned couch.

He told me that he loved me for what it seemed like the millionth time,

love was the one thing that I couldn’t give him,

because of another.

Knowing that didn’t crush me.

The love I couldn’t give him,

crushed the boy I knew three years ago.

Pulling him down,

pushed me back up.

The love I felt for the other, was extraordinary.

Time passes by like a car merging into your lane.

In five minutes,

that merging car,

disappears,

and before you know it.

The next merge lane approaches.

A brand new car appears.

Our tears shed on a green-cushioned couch.

His arms wrapped around my body,

embracing me in a tight, warm hug

his hands moved through my hair,

grasping it,

tugging it,

stroked it back and forth,

whispered in my ear.

My tears shed on a green-cushioned couch.

Ignoring the hardships we faced,

camp went by before we could even blink.

Sunday came by

when we had to say goodbye.

The people we loved so dearly,

who we only knew for a day or two,

sang a song of sadness.

No one wanted to leave the other.

Happy yet overwhelmed with sadness.

We left on that jet plane with John Denver,

not knowing if we would be back again.

He said that he would wait for me,

the people we loved came together

formed as one, individual person.

Our tears shed in a room of God-loving people.

But always we’ll remember...

On that cold, foggy winter night in my cabin.

When we shared that moment,

when our tears were shed on a wooden, green-cushioned couch.