What day is this?

Could have been different, but its the way it had to be.
Twas never meant to be for you and me.
At winter's cold, we managed to stay warm was cuddling with you.
Drifting circles at the car lot with Happy Blue.
Took a tree home - "stay, and last all season."
Ha, but dead it was, needles falling, turning brown, yet had a sweet sweet smell. Was worth keeping for that reason.
We gathered round your table. Candles lit, smell of coffee and cider and of cinnamon.
With friends and company. Felt like it would forever keep on.

Spring blossoms, cherry blossoms, petals all fall on our heads.
Ground was painted in white, pink, and made a flowery bed.
We lay on the grass, you slept so sweet with your hand in mine.
Surreal but very real our world was, and still stood time.
The way your hair was blown away by the cool breeze. Something about that made me smile and freeze.
Peace, beauty, and awe of life relished by your company.
Under that tree we were happy to just to be.
This dream was definitely real.

Summer comes and so we with the little ones came to play.
At once the two warm up to me, the tiny one takes all day
Splash into that little creek, not pretty, but fun and out we went with muddy toes
And up and down that trampoline we all go.

Smart choice we've made in the Valley. At 6pm into the heights we started to rally.
At the peak, I see the beauty glaring at beauty. I'm captivated by mountains,the sky, the sunset, and the woman who gazes at them.
The sun sets, bush is thick, shadows of lumbering trees come upon us - we have a problem.
Darkness comes and through the forest labyrinth we make our way. Scared, lost, and tired, we both were. Would we ever see the light of day?
Ten o'clock, pitch black, we hear some cracks. Our torches go dim, and sense of direction grows thin.
Yet we make our way back to Blue. Our hugs were pretty much overdue. We laugh and drive away, made memories to last for any day.

We used to sit by this bench - sunset, and a little cold. Thought we'd do this till we both got old.
Conversations, discussions, and making plans to change the world. But instead the world was changing us.
Who would've known? Maybe you?

Did not want you to go, but you did. Left my heart for broken, especially with the words that were never spoken.

Was it for real? Was it a joke? Will I ever heal?

*So what day to remember? What day is this, besides the day you left me?
What day is this?

NR

*insipred by DMB




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