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Brown, cat-like eyes,

Smiling at me from the swing,

Swaying in the garden,

his lips formed that perfect smile.

 

He raised an arm, beckoned,

and I stood up, fell lovingly into his arms,

in a perfectly co-ordinated move,

just as perfectly-matched we were.

 

Whenever fear roamed my heart,

a single touch, a single moment of closeness

drove it away,

though a new tingle arose when he neared.

 

Then the day of parting arrived,

And I had to leave,

Memories of three and a half years clouded my mind,

Tears of love and pain rained on his favourite black shirt.

 

There was no choice,

we had to separate,

I went off to my new school,

miles and miles away.

 

Months rolled by,

I consoled myself,

Holidays were just weeks away,

for our love had lasted even now.

 

That fateful day –

the day when God tore us apart.

It came too soon.

He died.

 

Days of mine were spent in a trance,

Hurt and Misery clouded my thoughts,

Nothing but listless hours,

Nothing but him that I could think of.

 

He was my closest friend,

He was everything to me,

He was my companion,

He was my true love.

 

I loved him beyond the bounds of sanity,

I loved him more than any other,

I loved him because he was my life,

I loved him because he was he.

 

And now he is gone,

but not the pain,

not the tears,

not my life.

 

But I feel him around me still,

Feel his comforting presence,

Feel his athletic body in mine

Feel every tiny particle of him.

 

Though God tried to pull us apart,

he never left,

he is still with me,

he is still in my heart.

 

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