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= = __ Ode To Lost Love __ Kristen Nichols An ode to love that was lost, While he was gone at war. I will never forget how your hand fit in mine, I wish the feeling could last forever more.

His arms held me in close and safe, His words made my speech stutter. His eyes looked to my soul, His lips made my heart a flutter.

We spent our days down at the beach, Hours laying in the sand. Wordless minutes passing by, Of us just holding hands.

He took me to his father’s ranch, Made me into quite the equestrian. He would invite me atop his prized mare, And I would come to him, no question.

When the night came to break our day, We laid out under the stars. We spent hours talking of dreams, And he promised he would go far.

But the heart does not understand far, And the war doesn’t comprehend love. For even when he swore he would return, God took him up above.

One bullet to the heart, His broken, mine as well. Sent him away from me, And me to a living hell.

To live my days out, Alone and becoming very, very old. So bitter and morbid that I cannot, Bring myself to find anyone else to hold.

Sent him up, up high, Where we couldn’t be a we. He left me alone with no one, So that I am now only me. I want to believe it was his time, My brain tells my heart so. But I cannot let time go by, And I cannot let him go.