I met you on lsd
you took me for a car ride
and played music that shook my soul
and shattered my spine -
what a beginning.
The first time I kissed you,
you tasted like tequila and spearmint
and you smiled shy with a thousand questions
but not a single demand.
You took me home and we fell asleep
with our clothes on.
I never had a home like your embrace
we spent a month sleeping on your couch,
skipping our morning classes to drink coffee
and lounge in the drunken glow of togetherness
and I swear I’d never been happier in my life
That summer we fell in love
and got high at music festivals and wooded places
and made naïve promises about the future
that seemed too large and wonderful to be true,
but we meant every word.
We still do.
Leaving for school that fall
took more courage than I think you knew
and I spent too many nights crying,
homesick for your eyes and the warmth of your skin.
Distance is a brutal teacher;
every time we fought tears stained my cheeks
red and my lungs constricted from the bruised swelling
of my heart.
But we learned, and grew strong.
This poem does not have an ending
only crossed fingers and white-knuckled prayers
that fate smiles at we two lovers
and says “yes, you are meant to be”