It caught us unawares. It was unexpected, a summer shower that cooled off all but our desire. My dress, ivory with an array of tiny purple flowers was thin, and saturated with the deluge …
We leave our hearts in the snow, no last goodbyes left to melt the ice clinging to the edges. I wonder if is it possible to lose it all — heart, mind, soul, in a single breath — the one you took with that kiss
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday