For Kristy

The first time I saw you
was not the first time we met
or the first time we spoke to each other
but one night at the theater
when we jokingly talked about marriage
and you laughed like
a woman on her honeymoon in Rome
riding with me on a Vespa into our future.

I loved you even then
before we kissed
before I first tried to hold your hand
and before I walked you home in the
cool rain of early October and
held you as you shivered into me.

When the darkness comes for me
and no doctors can fix my eyes
I will still see you laughing
in that moment of unforced joy

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Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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2 Responses to For Kristy

  1. This is so beautiful and profound.

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