In love, an infatuation, as deep and rich
as love can ever get… but I couldn’t make any words
I had trouble breathing.
I’d glance over thinking how beautiful his face was.
He’d sit giggling with me at the bar
Telling jokes that were by far
The worst I had ever heard.
I laughed at them anyways.
The whole perspective on this was dead.
He was leaving for war in a few days.
When the day came, he stopped at the grocery store I worked at.
He smiled, giving me a hug, telling me one last joke.
We paused looking at each other
“I’ll see you when I come back!” He said giving a smile, exiting the store.
He never made it back.
As he drove away that day,
I wish instead of saying bye, I said ‘I love you, take care!’
All I could do was nod without telling anyone.
And then it becomes 1999, still dreaming in exactly
the same way. I realize it is life with a story to tell.