my life before i met you
isn't hard to remember,
with its doubt, uncertainty
and overall lack of color.

happiness was fleeting, fickle
appearing upon its own whims
for just the briefest of periods
leaving me guessing if it was even there.

cold nights were just a little colder
without you there by my side
providing the love and security
for which i've always yearned.

and now, i'm afraid,
that the happiness is constant,
and my bed always warm,
i could not live without you.

to go back to life before you
would be to forsake
a slice of heaven itself,
and its perfect, beautiful joy.

the last summer

something can be said 

about a love so young

that it never had a chance

yet was all too real just the same. 

a precursor to life's unfairness,

perhaps, a final lesson before adulthood,

that things sometimes end,

but life must continue on. 

no defining point exists

upon which a love lost

ceases being what-could-have-been

and becomes what once was. 

time passes, people heal,

and bittersweet memories of

your time together are sealed

for eternity in your memory.