I met him for the first time on a horrid day of days.
The sky was painted a depressing gray.
Our eyes locked on first glance.
The casket of the deceased man took of blame of the tears rolling of everyones faces.
My body filled with excitement as his voice whispered onto my neck.
Sounds of rain leaked into the scene.
His smell was overpowering and unforgettable.
Among the taboos of a funeral he secretly wrapped his securing hands around my fragile fingers.
It was the best day of my life.
I met him for the last time on a warm summers day.
The butterflies fluttered between the horizon of earth and heaven.
My heart was cold with crushed with hidden sorrow of the sudden injury.
The sun was shinning brightly and with glee covered the lawns of green.
Hes face was lifeless and filled with lost.
The aroma of lilacs filled the comfortable air with a fresh smell of false hope.
He gasped for one last breath of air.
The joyful song of the birds echoed blissfully around the forest.
One last touch of his lips on mine was his last act of life.
My lungs broke sound limitations while our children of love ran around playing with innocence.
