Her lips quivered with a desire for him.
He was gone but the memories were not.
She re-lived the moment over and over.
“Why did he go?” She would cry in her dreams.
‘We were suited for each other from the start.”
The passion they shared was life-giving.
Everything they did had a spark.
It was true – they loved the same things.
It had started as a friendship.
Hand and hand they explored the world together –
looking at life with the eyes of a child.
Each day a new adventure- exciting and fresh.
A door swung open one day.
He saw the light in her eyes;
she felt the strength in his arms.
She loved hearing him call her name;
he loved her endeared caress.
They loved living each moment passionately together.
Each experience more treasured than the last.
Then it happened on a cold wet night –
playing the odds on a dark mountain road.
White lights blinded him;
they hit the curve and lost control.
“Baby you’re wearing this tonight,” he had said as he buckled her in.
That night while she was snugly bound in his car;
he was flung into a void.
He breathed his last;
she breathed her last of real life too.
She saw his fiery eyes that spring morning
when their son took their first breath.
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