ASPEN

 

Aspen

In the flush of first love’s bloom,

Convinced I’d cracked the code of love,

Each hour spent courting her felt like cementing our future.  

We’d lie on our backs, smoke curling between us,

Words weaving dreams into the air,

Ceiling above, a canvas for our whispered plans.  

Breakfasts were symphonies of Fleetwood Mac and Jewel,

Waffles drowned in syrup, sweet as our laughter,

Each bite a promise of forever.  

But the melody turned sour, the syrup turned to ash,

Her heart, a wanderer, never meant to stay,

I was a believer, spellbound by her lies,

Left with echoes of songs and unanswered whys.  

Her departure taught me the cost of blind faith,

How love can be a mirage, shimmering and false,

Yet in the wreckage, I found shards of truth,

A wiser heart, scarred but still beating.