a distant memory

in the spring of 2011,

you wrote my name

on your left wrist in bold lettering,

at the time it was one of the sweetest

things someone had done for me.

i was a younger,

brighter minded soul at the time

who had little to no experience in love

and although you were a tougher kind of lover

you still managed to be sweet and understanding;

caring for me in ways

most people today don’t do..

it was also the season where you found what my wrists were covered in,

not in lettering but in blood and memories of shed tears,

to this day, you are still the only one who reacted ever so lovingly

and it’s because only you understood

what it meant to do that.

Our physical became more distant

and there for our relationship had to come to an end,

even seeing you months after

didn’t make my heart cry,

and there weren’t any hard feelings

such a simpler time to be

such a lovely love to have come across