You Were Beautiful Then.

Reflections on grief.

In that moment,
I watched the rain crash down and caress tarmac
leaving musky remnants of clouds and
You were beautiful then.

Draped off the edge of the curb, drenched,
I was astounded.
This love was ever so young and
You were beautiful then.

Now, in time, I look back
to find a stillness in regret
but what lingers is that day and
You were beautiful then.

And you're beautiful now.
Buried between flowers and earth
where the roots arc over bone
and vines climb imaginary tombs

And you’re beautiful now.
Silent in your prose
as sepulchral dreams
repeat themselves over and over.

And you’re beautiful now.
Gone and gone, forever gone.
As you’ll always be,
beautiful now.

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