I feel weird reminiscing about the past
as if my Heart is cracking like a Sledge hammer to cement

“I Seem to recall a kiss that happened on a starry night like this.” She says to me looking up at my face as I lay in her lap and we talk about our memories.

“Yeah… the night I leaned in and rolled down that hill.” I reply lightly, she chuckles at the memory and retorts, “yeah you dragged me down with you.” 

A moment of silence goes by. “That’s when it happened,” I say breaking the silence, “You kissed me. She laughs out loud, “Excuse me I seem to remember you kissing me.”

I lay and ponder as my eyes begin to feel as if they were on fire. “Yeah, if it happened that way you sure didn’t fight me away from you,” I chuckle softly looking at her soft lips.

“Doesn’t this feel like the end of a TV show?” she asks in a slight whisper. “Yeah when the clips roll on through and we smile and laugh about all the good times, and bad times we’ve had together.” The pit of my stomach feels like it’s sinking. “heh,” she laughs, “Yeah just like that; how did we ever end up married to other people. We were so in love.” 

“I don’t know, I guess the move was more than we could handle,” I reply, “maybe it was for the better.” I close my eyes for a second and listen to the hard rain hit the ground around us. “Did you love me?” She asks in a serious monotone voice “Did you want to be with me?”

A tear streams down the left side of my face and some of the burning feeling relieved, “I did and still do, even though my wife left me I can still smile thinking about you. But hey it’s the end of an era, We’ve seen a lot end, from childhood cartoons from hundreds of TV shows end, and music stars that changed the world die. We’ve seen the end of more things that brought us up to the adults we are.”

I feel a drop water on my cheek, it feels different from the rain filled with sadness and her beautiful long hair blocks the moonlight from reflecting off her eyes, so I can’t tell if it’s rain or her tears but I’m sure it is. “I still love you,” She whispers, “and I’m sorry that it had to be this way, that we had to be apart for so long, that I couldn’t love you as much as you loved me.” She leans in and kisses me, and with the last bit of energy that I have I sit up to kiss her back.

3 months later she visits me in that same spot and lays flowers on my grave. “Jared Holmson he lived and he loved. 1959-2023″

“I still love you.” She whispers as she walks away.