twenty-one days

Not even a month and the world seemed to change.
He was there
and I was there
And the music played
And the stars shined
And the ocean roared
And his hand held mine

21 days and he became the world.
He became the wind rushing in the window
He became the sand under our feet
He became the stars that shined in our eyes, the beating of our hearts and his
hand touching mine, the breathing and sweating of our skin, tears and anger
and betrayal and

And he became the songs that played in the night
He became the hand that set the sun.
He became the glow of the rolling clouds.
He became the touch of a soft summer wind.

He became
The kiss goodbye.

©2016, Quiyet Brul | M.J.