today should be special;
it is in a way —
the month we were born in,
a beautiful may;
the time that we both met,
nineteen months to the day. miraculous beauty
so rare, plagues me still,
your vibrance and passion,
your talents and zeal,
but i fear for you future —
a youth seeking thrills. i’m a long distant memory
you chose to forget,
but i still remember,
and always will; yet,
i replace a great treasure
with tears and regret.