Life Of Reality

To Last

I can remember that vivid day. When all you wanted to do was go to the movies.

The soft morning sun, casting over your vibrant eyes. A hint of the honey color showing in them.

Birds singing their beautiful melodies, as they sat in bright, green colored trees. Each chirping in tune over and over.

Yet, nothing could prepare me for the day that was to come. Not even a slight hint.

Today, as I watched your box lower down, I cried in silnece. Wondering when will we ever meet again.

You smiled at me without any evil intentions. Telling me alot.

I could have been there for you, to be the one who made it. Yet I known that anything would be possible if you keep pushing.

Each time you felt okay, you wept. Your fragile heart still calling out to me, as if I were still kicking.

But nothing could have prepared us both when that person approached. Waving at us as if we were old pals.