"Certain things, they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. I know that's impossible, but it's too bad anyway..."
--Holden Caulfield, Catcher in the Rye
Sunlight that summer was a cradle
for you and I, both lazy
like floating candles.
We dreamed up plans
to shut the curtains against prying eyes
and spend days tangled,
limbs and lips and hands,
your hair like threads of amber
in the candlelight.
You promised me poetry
like Octavio Paz. I told you I'd cook
for you every night.
Our words ebbed into sleep;
then, years later, you couldn't
close your eyes until Death
cut you down.
I never
made pasta for you.
Author notes
So this isn't entirely happy, but I'm so overwhelmed with sadness when I think of him most of the time that this is the biggest nugget of good memory you're going to get from me.
A contest entry
- .Smiles. by Painted-Rose.
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Comments
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This is so sad, and so profound. I read it three times.
Keep writing.
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wow. Well done! ^_^
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