i remember those days on the old gym floor.
we'd imagine our future weddings;
you wanted yours on the front porch of your family's farm.
i remember the letters you used to write.
i'd read them over and over again,
hoping against hope that i'd see you soon.
i remember the poems i sent to you.
pieces of my soul bled into words
for you to hold close to your chest.
i remember meeting in the hallway after class.
we'd dance clumsily and block the walkway,
not caring what others thought.
i remember the nights we shared.
soft music would play through the tv in the guest room,
and i memorized your face as we talked.
i remember the chilly october evening at the school festival.
you looked so beautiful,
red hair flying in the wind as you ran.