We used to #pantomime dying as we goofed around.Sharon and I were 11 or 12. We spent every spare moment together. Then we didn’t pretend anymore. My death was real; the gift of a drunk driver. Now I watch her and mourn the childhood I lost.
In the sunny spring they met and touched hands
Scorching summer nights found them seeking cool sheets
Fall was full of color. They bathed in it and felt wonder at its beauty and what they had
Come the chill of winter when they were dazzled by the warmth they made