There was a wood by my house you and I used to meet at.
We would wait until the warmth of the glowing sun had gone
So that you, my first love,
Could wrap your strong, loving, embracing arms around my delicate, tiny body
And I could feel the tingling cordiality of your clement lips on mine.
The butterflies in my stomach danced around one another as if they were joyous,
Celebrating the unity of our empressed lips.
That October night, no less and no more than four years to this very day
You lit a fire inside of me that still burns, and will continue to burn
And will forever fuel the hunger inside my heart
All of which you catalyzed.
I stood in those woods seventeen months later and
Instead of being met by the loving warm lips and indulging in the comforting embrace
I had become accustomed to for so long
The salty stream of my tears was met by the painful stinging
And cruelest wind of the gloomy fall
The saddness that engulfed my mind and body
Tortured my brain so that I could no longer see
And the unbearable grief that fell over me and overrode my sanity wrapped ever so tightly around my chest
So that I could no longer breathe the air around me
All of these sensations so unimaginably insufferable,
Yet none of which comparable to the intolerable pain I felt in my heart
I did not stand in those woods again
And I was not loved by you again.
I drove past the woods a few weeks ago.
There were landscapers and steamrollers and dump trucks
Where two lovers once fell in love with one another while gazing at the stars.
The blazing inferno that once incenerated all sadness in my heart was gone.
Gone like the woods by my house
And like the woods,
The love of my life is gone too.