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i.

I remember
when we first locked legs;
it was bliss.
That day we sang loudest
drowning the envious cries of get a room,
that day I saw heaven in your eyes
and resolved never to quit staring.

I remember that day you said
you’d love to be my crown
even for a night
and how I slapped the words back to its root.

I remember the way our fingers entwined,
fitting perfectly into locks
we swore were the best chains ever.

I remember how the trees danced,
how the stars, at night, twinkled,
how the moon shone brighter than the sun at dawn.

I remember how long the journey was
as I walked down the isle
on that day beautiful Friday evening we chose on our fourth date.

I remember slipping in the heavy rock on your fourth finger
as we exchanged satisfied glances
and heavy longings.

Alas we were locked out of the world,
our dream was made real
as I existed with you and you alone.

I called you my crown,
you smiled.

We tango-ed,
we salsa-ed,
we kissed.

We slowly fell on our soft comfy bed
as history was launched.
I gave you my purity,
as you looked on me with such pride.

I called you my crown,
yet again you smiled
but this time, the time pricked my heart
and fear rose in me,
kissing it away,
we saw heaven again.

It’s dawn
and my crown still sleeps,
I planted a peck on his cheek,
it was cold.

I gently shook him
but he was stiff.
I picked up his arm
and it dropped slowly,
It was cold.

Upon his chest, I placed my ears
to catch the faintest of beat,
I heard but loud cries of silence.

Yet again, I remembered that day you said
you’d love to be my crown
even for a night
and how I slapped the words back to its root
and hot sticky tears fell from my eyes.

ii.

I remember my heartfelt promises
When I said, I’d rip my heart so you’d see,
how much your name is wrapped around it
and how much it breathes your name.

How I would sing you a song,
of truth and a thousand tales
of how dark nights turned beautiful dawns.

I never forgot the tale of how your hands held me through the fiery darts
hurled by life,
when I lacked words to express the party in my head at the mention of your name.

How I told the hills of your goodness,
the valleys of your comfort.
To the mountains you are a crony
and the shrubs you are my knight.

I would dance
to this uncordinated music in my head
seeking freedom from my lips.

Today,  I would dream and live it real,
bear the stripes of your gentle strokes when we lock toes and click fingers.

Today, tomorrow and always I’d be loving you,
though our time stopped ticking when you kissed earth
with your promises of undying love.

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