I wish I’d known that day would be our last,
The weatherman warned of blistering heat,
If only he’d cautioned, voiced and forecast
The burn and scarring of your rash retreat.
That sizzling summer day started so well,
Singing “We Are The Champions” by Queen
On the road, the fresh-picked strawberry smell
Stuck to my hands from wild plants, red and green.
Something was off, I could see in your eyes,
Petals torn from a majestic pink rose,
Shrinking so completely, my heart, it dies,
Swallowed alive by massive mosquitoes.
I have since grown steadfast, special and strong,
The love, warmth and joy within all along.
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