June 26th

As I was living the moment I felt it slipping away,

This day June 26th,

The date reels me back to

Another summery hot city night

Books were strewn across the room,

in what was once my attempt at study

But the rising heat

was floating my thoughts to you and me

On a torn piece of paper

I inscribed the date in bold red,

Folding it back into my precious memory box

For our future, I think optimistically

Later that night I saw you

The way you stood leaning

back against the desk;

catching my eye

Mid sentence I try to catch my breath and

breath out the butterflies flying through my chest

All this and you were unfazed

to the world it would seem you had peace of mind.

I did always love that about you,

how you could be in the moment for other people,

irregardless of the turmoil of your own life.

That was the first day of our story

Future dates were more painful to remember

Fast forward three years

I sometimes wonder if you ever got the life you were looking for without me.

But I had felt the moment slipping as I was living it.

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