Lips pressing together
Like pages in a book,
Soft and warm as Mom's chocolate chip cookies.
In her living room,
My Little Ponies strewn about the floor
Where we had been playing.
It lasted
Only a moment,
A moment as long as a lifetime.
When I was five
I could already read and write
So I thought the purpose of school
Was to find my future wife.
I thought I found her in first grade.
But not long after that kiss
She was gone
And there was a postcard of horses,
A short message.
I didn't have a concept of moving
And so I thought she would be back
Until Mom explained
And I cried.
No more flavor of root beer candy.
Her strawberry blond hair
Lingered in my mind.
Maybe this is why
I'll never find love.
And this is the story of my life.
Even a happy memory
Ends up melancholy.
