Do you remember that night, the night we first kissed?
Me in my Sunday best, you in that summer dress.
The one I will forever measure your best, till the end of days,
in spite of the countless fashion candidates to follow.

Standing close, your chin on my chest, breath heavy and shallow.
Aware of the spell our hearts were deftly weaving.
When finally parted, I knew mine had been stolen, and I was glad to see it go.
Glad it had found a home.
Glad it was no longer alone.
I knew even if broken, it was the only possible conclusion,
and I accepted it gladly.

Do you remember that morning, the morning we first kissed?
Me watching you rest, you in a state of undress.
The moment I will forever measure our best, till the end of days,
in spite of the countless cherished moments to follow.

The days marched on and life laid heavy hands on promises given.
We played our parts, committed to the script we had written,
but even we lie vulnerable to inner critics.
The future is uncertain.
Circumstance the final curtain.
Even the best intentions can meet the worst conclusion.

Drifting apart, a hole in my chest, breath heavy and shallow.
Aware of the fact our hearts were slowly bleeding.
When finally parted, mine remained stolen, and I was glad to see it go.
Glad it had briefly known.
Glad it had experienced a home.
I knew even if broken, it was the only possible conclusion,
and I accepted it gladly.