I will miss
The hikes that would have left us breathless,
under the dark skies our eyes would have adjusted to;
the planes we might have boarded,
to exciting destinations eagerly awaiting our arrival.
the pictures we wanted to shoot,
the music we’d listen and dance to,
and all those wonderful things we were going to
and were excited to teach, each other.
And, too, I’ll miss
the holidays we would have shared,
with our families,
who would have met;
the delicious meals we wanted to cook for,
and the treats we wanted to feed to, the other.
There will be silence
instead of the laughs
we’d have shared,
and for sure would have treasured.
all those blue skies,
and sometimes stormy weather…
cool summer swims
and hot fires…
oh what fun that all would have been.
I already miss
the tantalizing tenderness
that was going to tingle our skin,
and the rest of each other’s bodies
we were eager to explore.
I’ve missed out
on the glances
we’d have shared
as we fell in love…
…all that giddy fun of
the future we might have had,
on the promise of a ride
you wanted me to just get on
and go with…
I will miss all of what
could have been
because of what happened instead.
And that I will not miss.
~ cj 2015.02.25